Those darn clocks.

While it will be lovely to still see the sun by seven o’clock this evening, the hour shift has me feeling a little out of sorts today. I can only imagine the havoc tomorrow morning when folks have to get up and go to work with one fewer hour of sleep. Add in the darkness, and then the first morning sun light glare on the roads as we are slowly starting to peak into thawing temperatures as the sun light grows stronger. Yeesh. Going to be an ugly few days. Thank the lord for March Break and a reason to slightly reduce hours and play with my kids when they are home, and available 24/7.  Climbing has been suspended for the week, and Taekwondo is running day camp hours, and Girl Guides is closed, so that leaves us ample time to watch movies, eat meals together, try to tap some maple trees, and generally get on each others nerves as quickly as possible. Ha.

Walking at the farm might need to be put on hold as the mud, and general presence of a gloppy mess is too much to subject our vehicles to at this point. I think some more local neighbourhood walks on a leash will fit the ticket for a short while atleast. Or until I can figure out how to transport the dog in a bubble that stops the car interiors from getting absolutely covered in grim. Towels and blankets don’t seem to do as well as I had hoped. A secondary crate for the van might work if I wanted to drop $200 on something we will rarely use. Sure, fine, awesome. No, I think the better option is to just walk the side walks and side streets more locally and let him sniff about, and not care so much about the step count as it were. Quality time together over quantity of steps taken. Could be a nice change up.

It’s already March 9th, and it will be St Patrick’s Day before you know it. The kids have eye doctor appointments that morning. We will be into April before you even know it. Wild! I have several nephews, and one niece with birthdays this month too. Late in the month, in a flurry of activity bam, bam, bam one after the other. One whom will be 19, another turning 18, and the youngest will be 11. My how time flies!

Plus the 1 hour we lost last night tipping directly from 1:59am to 3:00am in the blink of an eye. Lost time,  that’s a serious condition. Feel bad for anyone with a flight today. Hope you all remembered the clocks changing when booking your travel plans!