Well, my new place is still supermegatops. Charli's settled in a new routine and she's having a ball messing up any sort of unpacking I manage to do while she's around. She's doing very well as far as seeing M's concerned -- she's developed this (apparently) adorable squeal from the moment she sees him to the moment he leaves. Like when you squeeze a squeakyball with the occasional punch or kick thrown in for good measure. Ahhh, kids. Brilliant.

Me... well. I'm doing fan-fucking-tastic. I made myself butter chicken the other night without setting the entire block of units on fire, so I was pretty proud of that, lol. I've done my rolypolys down the hallway, and yes, I ran into the wall several times. The nights have been spent writing by candlelight with bourbon and silence, it's been bliss. I've danced and sung at the top of my lungs, and I've gone to sleep in my own bed (woohoo!), so I have everything I need. Except ingredients for pancakes... I need to make those pancakes.

Quickly - I want to cut down on blogging about M and the MIL, so I'll keep this quick. M and I now get on like a house on fire, and we've discussed this several times since the move -- we DEFINITELY made the right decision. Oh! Oh! The MIL has only come over ONCE in the time we've been here!! YAY! She seems to be content on the fact that Charli will be over at her place every weekend, so she's staying away... thank fuck. She still doesn't think I can do it... apparently, she asked M if I'd be able to feed Charli ok...? Rich, seeing as this woman is, while lovely (*falls over laughing*), a fucking psycho nutbag wench.

I'm a little scared of the near future, to be quite honest with you. I knew to expect exhaustion on every level, but things have been running so smoothly that I'm not quite sure WHEN to expect it. My days are certainly longer, but I knew to expect that. Financially... this is bound to cripple me for a while. Every financial responsibility (save the net, thank jeebus M was ok to spot that one) is in my name... my first fortnight's rent is due today (which I'll pay straight after this) which is fine, but I've got the landline and electricity to sort out, with connection fees jumping out of everywhere... groceries, Charli's babystuff, my mobile phone bill. Oh jeebus, my mobile phone... it's in M's name, which he doesn't mind keeping until it's out of contract... BUT. I've managed to rack up quite a phone bill with work and 'concerned' folks up north wanting to talk. I especially like how they're so 'concerned' that THEY text ME to ring THEM, so the shoulder to cry on is on my dime. Great friends are so hard to come by, I'm the luckiest bird in the world. (feel the sarcasmo)

Surprisingly, the mobile phone would be the only account I've got outstanding with any sort of debt. No doubt that'll change soon enough.

Anyways, I look like the walking wounded, all covered in bruises from walking into boxes, and I probably look like an asian crab with the amount of lifting I've been doing, but all in all, it's been awesome. Also, a big thanks to everyone who's contacted me privately to see how I'm doing -- I didn't really expect to get anything, but thank you all so much. You kids rock my socks off.

I was really sick of losing comments with Bourbonbird[dot]com, so I've shifted back to blogspot. At least here, I can have haloscan. YAY. I'm going for a lighter theme, since I'm out of that angsty, unhappily-married mother-of-two (the second child being M) bizzo. No doubt I wasn't the only one sick of hearing myself whinge.

Feel free to make suggestions on the layout, whether I listen to you or not is another matter, but any feedback is welcome. If any links are dead, please let me know. I'll be cutting down my blogroll, so old blogs will be deleted -- if you have a new address, let me know.

Big thanks to my favourite, Brogonzo, for looking after my old blog. Please check out his digs, he's a great writer, and I've just given his blog a makeover. Heh.

Onto better days, folks.