First Picnic of the Year

Today it was finally warm enough and the ground was dry enough for a picnic. Grace was ecstatic. She's been asking to eat outside for a month now, but I placated her with indoor picnics and lots of tea parties (the little girl with water in a plastic teapot kind, not the political kind). We had a guest over today as well, which made our picnic extra fun.And now for some random thoughts...

On Saturday night, after all our kids were down for sleep, we decided to go ahead and move our clocks ahead one hour so that we wouldn't forget to do it later in the evening. It was 8:30pm when we roamed through our house and magically fast-forwarded time to 9:30. As soon as I was surrounded by 9:30pm on all sides I automatically got tired and began longing for my bed. Wasn't it time to sleep yet? Where was my toothbrush? My pj's? The power of suggestion is really something else. I was wide awake when it was 8:30, but minutes later when all the clocks read 9:30, I couldn't wait to go to bed. Either this means I am highly susceptible or it means I'm old. ;)

Did anyone else feel like Sunday was a squeezed accordion? That time was compressed? That all day long you were racing to catch up to something but were never quite fast enough? Despite the fact that we were 10 minutes early to church, I felt late for everything yesterday. Daylight Savings Time is severely messing with me. You?