Fall Forward

I have no idea when it will be daylight savings time, but I am already dreading it. Every night, I am warring against time. I used to have hours upon hours to get dinner made and get my walk in. If I wanted to cook something special or play with Elena for a long time before walking, I could. It was relaxing. These days, it's a race against the sun.

I am having trouble getting up in the morning. I am getting to work later. I have to stay at work for eight hours. So, get in late, get out late. When I come in the door, there is one needy fifteen month old and one whiney dog. Both need food. One of them is usually in her crib with a poopy diaper. I nervously glance at the clock in the kitchen, "Will I make it?" I have to. I have to. I love fall for the weather. I love fall for the foliage. I hate fall for the shortening of the day.