Yesterday, I was tired from Greg’s alarm going off at 4:14am. Why did it go off at such an ungodly hour? Oh, because we set the clocks back an hour and by doing so fudged every clock and alarm in the house.

 
The 4:14am wake-up didn’t represent one hour earlier or an hour later or the right time, it was a totally random middle-of-the-night get your heart pounding wake-up call and I was exhausted for the rest of the day.

 
The time change had me looking around to verify what the actual time was all day. My watch (which I have to make an appointment with some guy at the mall to change the hour) was wrong but the microwave was right. The stove (opposite the microwave) was wrong but the t.v. was correct.

 
Ellie’s alarm clock was finally right as we hadn’t bothered to change it back in the spring so months later, we’re finally dealing with the right time in that bedroom but Hanna’s room next door, wrong. Of course, I was still doing the wrong math on Ellie’s now correct clock and the whole thing was just exhausting.

 
Greg grumbled all day that his phone should have automatically converted to the new time but it didn’t. Then when he set it to the new time, an hour later it had reset back to the wrong time. He’s convinced there’s a conspiracy or his phone, just his, no others in the country, is somehow receiving a signal from a tower in the Philippines. I think the tower is called “The Greg.”

 
And then at 2pm, it seemed like it was the longest hour of my life. I looked at the microwave (right time) at 2:25pm and it felt like it had said 2pm three hours earlier. Then it said 2:35pm after yet another hour. Time was standing still. I was ready for dinner and a bath by 3pm.

 
I ate dinner at 4:15pm having been up for nearly 30 straight erroneous hours (or so it seemed).

 
Then Hanna conveniently remembered she had a homework assignment to work on, Chloe was shouting, “How do you spell ‘Mommy Go To Bed! And ‘I’m a dude’?’” while running around with a pad of paper and a pen.

 
Hanna: Mom, what are the bio-diversity benefits of chickens?

 
Then Ellie, sweet, 8 year old Ellie said, “Mom, I have just the thing for you because you look so tired, I made you an easy word search.”

Kill me.