So the thing I don’t like about Daylight Savings is that I get all confused about what’s supposed to be happening and then I feel crazy.

For example:
My friend C. comes over every Sunday evening. I’m not sure why she’d want to hang with us, because all we end up doing is watching TV, but I guess that’s more exciting than whatever’s going on at her house? Anyway. She usually shows up at 6:30 each Sunday. Of course yesterday I was all confused of what time it was so when she got here I was unshowered and sweaty after having spent the afternoon cleaning, no bra, no wig, nothing.
I’m not particularly vain, but this was just a little bit embarassing and I felt like a dork. Like, a huge, huge dork. I did run off and put on my wig, which made things a bit better, then we watched Trailer Park Boys. Three or four seasons’ worth. Yeah. Mental. You see, generally on Sundays I stay up until 8:30 or so then I have to go to bed because I work the next morning. Rob and C. stay up and she eventually leaves and he eventually comes up to bed. But I’m asleep, so I don’t really know what time that happens. Last night, because it’s March Break, I decided I’d stay up with them til she was ready to leave.

And she stayed until past 11h30 pm.

I don’t know how she does it because she leaves for work at 4 am, then comes home and has three little boys plus her husband to take care of. I wish I had her energy.

Anyway. This morning I managed to sleep in til 7h30 and today I am: cooking a pot roast, ironing the curtains for the livingroom (we’ve been curtain-free for almost a week; I took down the old ones but haven’t yet put up the new ones. Luckily our window doesn’t face anything and we don’t generally go around the livingroom naked), doing some laundry, and otherwise being a slugabout.

I love March Break!