It’s been a long couple of months around here, and in between calamities (and just wait till you hear about those) and trying to sock away enough cash for the Heathens’ fancy education, my poor blog is a neglected wasteland. However, after meltdown #978, and both my husband and my friend J having to peel me off the ceiling from stress, I finally clued in to the fact that maybe, just maybe, it’s time to take the wheel in life. We’ve been in survival mode for far too long around here, and it’s time for that to end. Sure, I may be able to earn enough dough for that school tuition with all of my freelance work (assuming I work myself to death), but for what? A family that has followed my neuroses into madness?

Nope. Not here. I’ve been juggling too much, and something is about to drop. Over the coming days, I hope to breathe life back into my poor, wreck of a household, find some modicum of reasonable balance between my real life and my work-at-home efforts, and figure out how to find some joy in the everyday.

So, stay tuned for the tales of the worst summer ever, the best brussel sprouts ever, and everything in between.