Okay, so, since I fell off the planet almost a year ago and pretty much quit blogging, except for maybe one or two posts here and there, not much has changed in my world, apart from my address (twice), my income status and the size of my family - all of which has been chronicled in greater or lesser degree in one or two said posts.
But, for the sake of continuity and on the vaguest of chances that someone besides the two loyal readers I have managed to alienate through lack of regular updates stumbles upon my musings, I'll do a bit of a run through what I've been up to all this time.
First there was the being pregnant part which, for the most part, was okay except for the nausea and the odd fainting spell - like the one where I came to on the kitchen floor to find Megan in tears and asking her father in all seriousness whether it was time to "celebrate [Mommy's] life". And then there was the odd bout of hormonal psychosis, like the time I flung an Ikea kiddies' chair at David's head and called him a self-righteous cunt.
And then Jack was born and it was awesome and I went home an hour afterwards and the midwife told me I was a tough cookie, which I thought was pretty cool, because I distinctly recalled whimpering sometime in the final half-hour or so of the birth for someone to help me, please, and not feeling very tough at all....
Then we moved in with my mom for what was supposed to be two months and ended up being four and then we moved into the in-laws' house for a month before we finally moved out into a place of our "own" except not really because we're only renting but still.
And then I started working at this temp job and I am now officially two thirds through my current 3-month employment contract and, so far, I have no complaints.
The boss is kind and easy-going, the job itself is simple and requires very little effort and the people I work with are a pleasant bunch.
And I can't wait for this last month to be over so that I can finally get moving on this very exciting project I've been putting together in my head for the past several months.
I haven't really told anyone much about it because a) I have not yet developed the whole thing to a stage where I have a tangible product to show and b) I'm terrified of somehow jinxing it, thereby depleting my last remaining vestiges of sanity and destroying any chance of ever hauling my arse out of the slaving-to-make-other-people-rich scene. Because that would just suck balls.
And, to save us all a whole lot of shit and worry and grief and complication, let's call that more or less the sum of it and see how things progress from here.