|Saw this on facebook via my cousins Britta and Leslie. What would I do without you two?|
Sunday night no one wanted to go to bed.
Then Monday morning I woke up in a definite haze. I don't even think you can call it a haze. It was hazier than a haze. I woke up Braeden. I woke up Emma. I went back to bed.
At 7:00, I woke up again, surprised that it was "so late." (It wasn't late, stupid Daylight Savings Time.) I took a hot bath which is the best way to approach any day. Adam staggered in the room and said, "Didn't you wake up Braeden?"
Adam threw on some clothes and said, "He's freaking out because school is starting."
"Is Emma still here?" I inquired.
"I don't know."
But really, what could I do at that point so I stayed in the hot bath.
I worried about Janet wasting her time trying to pick up Braeden for seminary and our house being dark and sleeping. I decided to call her and beg forgiveness. (Last week had its share of debacles in this regard too. Let's just say Janet is very forgiving and Braeden will never flirt with girls again when he's supposed to be ready to be picked up from play practice. He'd better not.)
But then I saw an email from Janet and there had been no seminary yesterday anyway.
And I had no idea?
Am I maybe the least organized, discombobulated person alive?
When Adam got home from the panicked getting Braeden to school on time, I said, "Did you know there WAS no seminary today?"
He said, "Yeah, Braeden remembered on the way to school."
Later Mark, who tends to grouse about whatever seems available, was complaining about Benjamin Franklin and Daylight Savings Time. He refuses to accept the new time. He keeps telling me what time it "really" is.
I don't know.
I just want to feel like I have a handle on my life. Is that asking too much?
When it was still light after dinner last night, I felt happier about everything. I think I can be friends with Daylight Savings Time after all.