I think I may go ahead and set the clocks forward this afternoon – while the sun is still shining. I wish I could do something radical to rebel against this whole nonsensical changing of the time twice a year.
All of the boys in the family have headed off to Lexington to Winter Jam. They’re going to see Skillet, Fireflight and Tenth Avenue North without me. Which, really, is fine. I have all that on my MP3 player. I can listen to them and get a good night’s sleep too – without listening to Newsong. But I would really like to see Tenth Avenue North sometime. Maybe they’ll bring me a t-shirt…
Judah went to a sleepover last night and didn’t sleep at all. I’m a little irritated at him. I told him very clearly that he had to go to sleep before 5am (bedtime at the last sleepover) if he wanted to go to this concert today. That was my mistake. There’s no way I’d follow through and keep him home. But I’m afraid he’s going to be miserable for at least part of his evening. I probably should have sent along some tylenol.
No sleep at all last night…. home tonight after midnight… and to top it all off, we’re ridiculously setting our clocks forward an hour! You think the boy will take a Sunday afternoon nap? Nah. He’ll probably help his daddy bring the sheep down to their lower pasture. They’re talking about castrating the little guys. Did you do that when you were 11?