NaBloPoMo Day 7: Time Change Edition
It was the time change. I don't like the time change. My head hurts and I feel too out of sorts to actually talk about why and how I dislike the time change. This time of year I always remember having little kids, and in the fall and winter it would be dark at 4:30 p.m. and Matt wouldn't be home yet and everyone would be squirrelly and I would feel so claustrophobic in the house have to turn on all the lights and it was terrible.
|First colour we painted, original fixture|
|New colour, matching daughter|
I had a really nice dinner with my parents tonight. I left with Lucy and drove most of the way home (not very far away, fortunately) and realized my phone was in my bra, which meant I hadn't put it in my purse, which meant I had probably forgotten my purse. I went back to get it, feeling like a dork (blame the time change). Then I felt slightly better because my mom helpfully turned on the outside light for me to leave again, but then she closed the door and locked it and turned off the outside light while I was still on the stairs, as if she had forgotten I was there as soon as the door closed. Which I get - time change is hard.