What Time is It?

Dear Mr. Daylight Savings Time,

I am not a fan of you. Let's just get that out there first.

Oh... You will be a little more bearable in a few months. When school is out. When the kids are running around barefooted. When my own foot wardrobe consists of nothing but the flops that flip. When the playground is packed until 8:00 at night. When the IceCream Man plays his happy little sugar-song. When my sad old body has had a while to adjust.

But, until then... You are not my friend.

Love,
Me

There's just something wrong with having to reset EVERY clock in the house (and in the car). That "loss" of one hour does mess with the mind.

I am tired. And, I am apparently apathetic because this place we call home is a WRECK.

I must also be delusional because I keep asking my cats to clean my house for me.

They just look at me.



And yawn.



If anyone knows how to "get over" this lull of Daylight Savings Time, please let me know.
I am also open to suggestions on "How to Teach Your Cats to Clean Your House While You Nap."