Back in Bat

Hello?

Still there?

Well, if there is anyone out there who is still remotely interested in my little green bloggy, I'm attempting to make contact...

I know, it's been a while.

I just couldn't bring myself to type into this window for the last few months...

My life, my world, had been thrust from it's axis and sent spinning wildly from it's orbit. Needless to say, it has been a really rough ride, the sheer g-forces propelling events in various tangential directions rendered me virtually deaf and dumb for a time. As a result I buckled up, braced myself and hung on for dear life, attempting to get through the last few months without being ripped to shreds.

In short, my life has been excrement...buffalo chips...meadow muffins...basically poo poo courtesy of a very large animal.

Here's the 411...

My divorce has been and continues to be very contentious (I could say more here, but I'm saving it for the teleplay), quite costly and currently in stasis. I have been laboring 50-60 hours per week in order to pay for the formal demise of my marital mayhem and as a result of this epic life event, I have become a very neglectful housekeeper (seriously, the dust bunnies have planted their flag and named their new territory Watership Down) and I am a shadow of the parental unit I once was. I am finding it difficult to finish tasks, both menial and material. I wade my way Monday through Saturday (and sometimes Sunday) without enthusiasm or motivation. The bottom line? Yeah, I am deeply in debt (hey, Beverly Hills divorce attorneys claim a few pieces of eight), still not divorced (UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH) and as if these two factoids were not enough, I have a distinct possibility of losing my home (more salt in your wounds Ms. Linoleum?).

Can someone stop this ride? I'm feeling sick and I'd like to get the hell off.

Okay, I do have at least one thing in my favor...

I'm a tough old bat (don't make me put on my knitted black wings). So, I will get through this, teenager in tow. Okay, this time next year we may be living in a fridge carton off of Ocean, but I'll be happily single and the waves will drown out the sound of my adolescent's whining, so all is not lost! I wonder if all of my yarn and fabric will fit in my future mobile home? My stash might make for a comfy mattress...

My glass? Definitely half full.

Anyway peeps, I'm back and I've missed you guys (you've no idea!). I have a lot to share, both crafty as well as calamitous. So, in other words, stay tuned because this blogging catharsis has only just begun...