So we had Daylight Savings Time start here on the worst possible day. My husband had to fly out for business, and had to leave the house at 4:15 in the morning. Which technically since the time changed is really 3:15. Arggggghhhh....
Luckily enough I didn't have to drive him all the way to the airport, which would've entailed dragging the children out of bed, etc. Not fun. I only had to drive him to the top of our road where he was picked up by a coworker who drove him to the airport.
Of course, I came home and was wide awake. So I read until six and finally fell asleep until the kids woke me up at eight. Which technically was really seven but you know what I mean.
Don't you hate it when the time changes? I wish I lived in Arizona - they don't do that crap. Oh wait, neither does Hawaii - I wished I lived in Hawaii. A few years ago I was there when Daylight Savings Time ended but it didn't matter. How cool is that?
Sigh - yet another reason to add to my long list as to why I should live in Hawaii.
If you could live anywhere, where would it be?
