November 3, 2008

Schmuck

So the thing about signing up for NaBloPoMo is the PRESSURE.

(Okay, it doesn't really exist but why does the very thought of having to post every day send chills down my spine?)

I mean, what if I *gasp* have NOTHING! TO! SAY!
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Okay, I'm not really worried about that. I have been freaking out about being in some weirdo accident and not being able to post on my blog and for the love of all that is holy, how could I let them down like that! (and when I say "them" I mean you. You in particular. you know who you are.)

Also, a word about Daylight Savings Time.

SUCKAGE


Mostly because my little people have internal alarm clocks and they don't have a handy little dial that I can turn back an hour.

So at church? When the baby was dissolving into a pile of blubbery, sobbing goo? That's because it technically was her nap time.

And even though people went to bed at 6:30 because, for the love of Pete, momma can't take it no more, they technically were up 30 minutes past bedtime.

So, technically speaking, we're doing pretty swell.

In ACTUAL terms, we're sucking it up big time. I mean really, think of the children!

Also, it's now pitch black darkness at 5:30. FIVE THIRTY!

Whoever is behind this whole daylight savings time thing? Is a schmuck.