How many ways can I say that I love spring time, with its budding trees and flowering azaleas and daylight savings and dinners on the patio and open windows? Bare feet and backyards - what else does a girl need? I love spring time, and I love the extra hour of daylight.

But man is it screwing up my kids' sleep.

My morning was booked and my afternoon was spent outside, so my evening needed to be put to good use. Ha. It took both of them over an hour to go to sleep and stay asleep. And because they weren't sleeping soundly, they heard every footstep, noticed every light turned on (literally across the house - these old houses and their connected rooms mean that both kids can see the light under their doors from all of the common rooms), and the process started over.

So here I sit, dishes on the counter, laundry in the wash, bathrooms embarrassingly grimy - trying not to type too loudly.

Jennifer at Conversion Diary made this statement recently about overcommitting your time: a good way to figure out how much God expects you to get done in a week is to attempt to do no more work than you could get done in a six-day week, during daylight hours only, allowing ample time throughout the days for prayer breaks and calm, nourishing meals.
And, I would add, with time set aside for the house to be quiet as your children adjust to daylight savings.

God, or my children, or God through my children, seem intent on teaching me a different pace of life.

Guess the dishes will wait until morning.