Afghan

I predict I'll lose a few followers after this post, but since it's my blog I'm going to write about what's important to me right now. I promise there's adventure and excitement to come, but for now we're talkin' blankets. 

I bought this afghan from Target for $50. A splurge for me on a blanket because, as the Sailor will tell you, I collect blankets like we're moving to the frozen tundra and won't have any other source of heat. We literally have an entire storage area in our home dedicated to housing my blanket collection. I can't help it; afghans especially. I squeal when someone makes an afghan for one of my kids. They now all have one (or three) just for them. Afghans are home to me, like grilled cheese and Disney movies in the living room with the whole family. I was super excited about this particular afghan because it's enormous; king size, although our bed is a queen, so that it's extra cozy and shareable. I can sit on the couch with all of my little girls and we all get a piece. For the past week I've been sleeping on the couch, with Margo in the swing next to me. There are probably better alternatives, but my proximity to the kitchen for easy bottle access, and the fact that I can turn on late night TV to keep me awake for a feeding is appealing. Instead of building a bed each night, I just grab my pillow and my giant afghan, so that clean up is easy in the morning. Further proof that my clean space to comfort ratio is imbalanced.

What's my point? When life gets rough and you have to focus on the little things that make you happy, sometimes those things really are the tiniest, silliest, little things that you can take comfort in. And that's where we're at around here folks; sitting on the couch, clinging to an afghan and my one glass of wine per night, praying to God that I get even 20 more minutes of sleep than the previous night.

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