Late birthday gifts

The important thing to know is that the blanket is on it's way to it's new home. The other important things to know are that the birthday it's a gift for was the end of June and the loom it was made on was purchased the week before the birthday.
When my mom asked me a month and a half ago if the blanket would be ready for them to take to my sister on their trip to see her in September I quickly assured her that it wouldn't be a problem. After all, I only had one square of six left to weave and sewing up and doing a crocheted border couldn't take very long. Of course, I forgot to ask when in September, but since everything was going well it didn't seem very important. So, how is it that this last Sunday was spent sewing the last half together and crocheting that border and Monday evening was spent weaving in and trimming ends so that I could take the blanket to my parents this morning? That is a very good question and the answer is, "I'm not sure, but I blame the internet."
This summer I found webcomics and blogs and lost all sense of time. Somehow the day would just evaporate. It would be dinner time and for the life of me I couldn't figure out where the day had gone. My husband likes to tell me that what he has feared has come upon him since he wasn't sure that I could handle high-speed internet with my already poor since of time. I laugh and tell him that dinner 45 minutes late is still dinner. OK, I don't tell him that and I do feel a little bad but I have yet to work out a system by which I can read the things I like to read and still get done what needs done.
The other thing that makes it difficult to finish is that when a project is still in the works it isn't judged on whether it meets its intended function. Large or important projects still catch me with this even though I have been trying to work through, and plan for, this issue. With a small project it's no big deal to take itour if it doesn't work. A large project on the other hand requires copious amounts of tears, chocolate, and occaisionally alcohol, to be faced again and sometimes even those aren't enough.
The good news though is that the blanket, for better or worse, is done and it isn't Christmas yet, which is the deadline my very understanding (because she crochets too) sister set as the time by which she expected her birthday gift. Happy late birthday kid, I love you.