Daylight savings time = JUNK.

Seriously. I am exhausted, have been for hours.  Extra sleep for one night doesn’t equal well-rested, especially when one looks at the clock ALL day thinking, well, it really is an hour later than the clock says…. and the kids wake up at normal time ready to GO.

My mom came over today to hang with the boys for a few hours.  My intention was to work on cleaning out my work storage unit to have room for the next set of boxes of files when we clean out files at the end of the year (holy run-on sentence!).  And then I thought I would run a couple errands, pick up a new book or twelve, and then head on home at a nice, leisurely pace.

Instead, I went into my office, worked for an hour and a half and called it a day.  I don’t know if it was paying work bills, or lack of good food or the sun disappearing behind a sky full of clouds, but I lost my motivation.  I came home and haven’t been able to shake the sleepies since.

Matt is in bed, Preston cozy in the chair watching the dreaded Caillou.  Of course, there is laundry to fold and put away, and dishes to do, among other things, but I want to cozy up on the couch and watch tv.

Normally on Sunday, I am watching the clock and willing it to slow down. Today, I couldn’t help but feel like it has been the longest day EVAH.