Another weekend gone in a blink! I've said it before and will say it again: I am not a fan of DST. It doesn't really seem so much like an extra hour as it feels like just some kind of hell to throw my schedule off for a few weeks. I don't care about the damn hour. I care about my regular routine!
You know who doesn't care about an hour, a week or a month? The mom of a preemie. My Buddy spent 6 and a half weeks in the NICU and I quit caring about time. I haven't been in a hurry in almost 13 years. It's very liberating.
The other drivers on the road don't think my method is very good, though. I tend to have people riding my back end all the time. In my passive aggressive way, I just slow it down a few more MPH.
I DO wish I could slow down the weekends, though. It probably doesn't help that I tend to nap a lot on Saturdays and Sundays.
What? You thought I actually got a break on sleeping any other time? Sissy is a very early bird, while Buddy would sleep all day if we let him. Even if I let her stay up later, she's still up before the sun. Clearly, God has a sense of humor and wants me to bend to be a morning person. Not gonna happen. I may wake up very early, but I make sure to squeeze in a nap at some point.
I did get the most excellent #Follow Friday recommendation from ...A Sour Apple Tree :
How cool is that? More people should discuss my boobs. Feel free to share your comments below. LOL.
Alrighty, hooligans, try to embrace the Monday. It is not very awesome, but it happens. :-(