Poor Jonathan had the best surprise look so he gets his picture put on here for my forgetfulness.
The time changed today! Why do they make the time change be on a Saturday night? Thankfully Scott automatically goes to the church about an hour early anyway, but I was late.
I woke up at 8:30 this morning. Scott fixed breakfast while I put some clothes in the dryer to dewrinkle. I sat down to eat a quick bite looking at the clock in the kitchen thinking, “Hey, I actually have time for breakfast this morning.” I don’t always manage to get breakfast Sundays. I usually get myself dressed and find clothes for Jonathan while the kids are eating.
So I’m sitting at the table with a bite of pancake in my mouth, when Scott asks me from the living room, “Why does this clock say 10:00? Was the time change this weekend?”
I panicked, just a little. I hurried the kids to get their shoes on. I still had to get dressed, and I had to get Jonathan dressed. But I made it to church only a half hour late. Which if the time hadn’t changed, means I would have been there about an half hour early. I had actually planned to be at the church 10 minutes early. Everyone was good humored about it, so I didn’t feel too bad. Now, I know that I can get everyone ready for church in just an hour if I have too.
At least we didn’t lose any sleep over the time change.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
(Ecclesiastes 3:1)
