After dropping my dad off at the airport at this morning, I drove the well worn path of marine stores I frequent daily around Ft. Lauderdale. I swear I could drive from here to Marina Mile with my eyes closed. I kept on having to explain to the clerks that Isla was with grandma because I am known around here as "the lady with the baby". When I got back to the boat, I popped the last three LED bulbs into their new homes and got to work wiring and installing a light in the v-berth for Isla. I stripped the wire, butt-connected it, crimped it and mounted it - the whole shebang. Turns out I'm pretty handy when I don't have my arms full with Isla. Scott and I were texting back and forth and he was like, "Oh man! Where was this crazy worker person when I was there?" and I replied, "Caring for your baby". Point for mama!
After I installed that light (which took a lot longer than I thought because it was in a tricky location and, well, projects on a boat always take longer), I installed a bunch of grommets in the cover I made for under the nav station with my fancy-schmancy press-n-snap tool. And then, since I was in the sewing mood, I busted out my awesome sewing machine and made some jerry can covers. I wish I could say they turned out fantastic and perfect but, alas, that is not the case. I was rushed and decided to "wing" it and skip the whole "pattern" thing. I thought to myself, "Oh heck! I got this!" Turns out, this sort of false confidence and lack of preparation doesn't bode well for both wedding speeches and beginner sewing. Oh well. They might not be the prettiest, but they'll do the job. For now.
Speaking of baby, I'm going to sleep like one. Or better yet, I am going to sleep like a really, really tired adult. Like, right now. Goodnight!