Bet you thought this would be about taxes. Nope. Daylight Savings Time.
I do like waking up and finding that the clock says it’s early, but by early evening, my happy girl is having poison hour, and I have to make dinner with her clinging to my knee!
Daylight Savings Time is…Well, I’m a lady, so I don’t have words for it.
This is the first year that I didn't let it pounce on me all at once, but spent a week moving bedtimes 10 minutes later each day. By Sunday, bedtime (and morning wake-up) was an hour later. I hope K adjusts quickly!
Blessings,
Annie