Hey, what’s up? I haven’t written anything real here in ages.
An update: I’m in paperwork hell trying to get divorced. It’s not something totally appropriate to talk about extensively, and it’s pretty snooze-worthy anyway. I’ll take the tediousness, though; I’m thankful every day that, in the end, it’s just a lot of boring paperwork and not a custody battle or a war over finances (as divorces go, this one is rather peaceful) but it’s brutal anyway, because, you know, duh. It’s a divorce.
And of course it’s especially tough now that it’s the holidays. Even before the separation I knew this would be a tough season; immediately upon finding out I was pregnant last summer, I started day-dreaming about December 2012 being filled with first Santa photos and very tiny plaid flannel PJs. Now it is here, but my family doesn’t exist.
It’s fine, except for the moments when it isn’t, but it’s been surprising to find that, mostly, it is ok.
I’ve declined putting a tree up this year but already have the bubbly chilling for New Years Eve. Do you blame me? 2012 blew goat balls.
Go time, go.