Goodness gracious. I think I’ve officially lost all ability to call myself a blogger. Do you even realize how long it’s been since my last post? And the one before that???

Obviously you do, judging from the emails in my inbox. Thanks so much, sweet bloggie peeps, for your care and concern. You all are just the greatest.
But the truth is–I’ve seriously just been waaaaaaay too busy to post anything.

You see, all of you mamas out there will totally understand when I say that the only time I really have to accomplish anything–other than, of course, playing with a toy Lightning McQueen and a fire truck which, in our house, is now the fire truck from the Cars movie–is after the littles are in bed.

But the problem with that is that I seem to have too many projects on my hands and not enough hours. One o’clock in the morning just comes too fast, dontchaknow?

(And after 1am comes the morning wake-up call of two little people who went to bed at 7:30 the night before and don’t have any reason to groan at the coming of morning. We keep nice and healthy hours around here. Ahem.)

So, in the interest of full disclosure, here is the project I just finished a few days ago and packed up in a box bound for the Sandy Spot.

Also in the interest of full disclosure, I must tell you that I actually began this afghan almost five years ago. John and I were engaged and I had the grand idea that I would crochet him a super-soft blanket in his favorite colors for Christmas that year. I had sweet and smooey visions of him curled up with the finished blanket, thinking of his loving fiancee. Then I imagined the two of us in years to come, sitting hoary-headed, side by side in our double rocker, blue and white afghan spread across our knees, telling our great-grandchildren of the hours I spent over this labor of love in the days of our engagement.

Ahhhh. Such sweet dreams.

It all came crashing down when I remembered that neither John nor I will have a purty, silvery hoary heads by the time those ol’ golden years hit. He’ll have a nice shiny noggin devoid of hair entirely, and me? My uber-dark hair guarantees me a whole lot more pepper than salt in my gray-haired-days.

Oh well. Because I got about five rows into that project and realized the notion of finishing it before Christmas was laughable.

Four years later, I decided to pull it out again, once again telling myself that I’d have it done in time for Christmas. And this time, I had my second child and then realized, again, that such a notion was laughable.

But finally–FINALLY, people!–it is finished. And it should be arriving in the Sandy Spot any day, ready to adorn the top bunk my Marine will be sleeping in for the next year. And I’m sure my visions of him seeing this blanket day after day and thinking lovingly of the girl who made it for him aren’t too far off this time.

Oh, and before I forget–because it would be SO easy to do, obviously–the other project I’ve been working on? This new look for the little itty bitty corner of the blogosphere called Heart and Home. I thought it time for a change. And I also thought that as long as I’m actually designing blogs for other people, I might as well have my own design on my own blog. Although I’m not so sure it’s a good idea for a perfectionist to work on something that can constantly be improved upon. We’ll just have to see what I think of it after I’ve had to keep viewing it day after day.

(Or, with my current track record, once every two weeks. But we aren’t talking about that. We’re just pretending I’m blogging every day like I used to pre-second-child and pre-husband’s-deployment. Make-believe with me, kay?)

I’m going to bed, peeps. It is seven minutes till midnight. And we all know what happens at midnight…

POOF! I’m a pumpkin.

Actually, I’m just deliriously ridiculous. So goodnight.

Goodnight John-Boy. Goodnight Mama. Goodnight Jim-Bob.

Tired delirium. I tell you. It does crazy things to one’s mind.

Nighty night. For real.
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