Did this weekend seem weirdly short to anyone else? Oh wait, it was. I know it's been whined about endlessly by just about everyone today, but can I just pile on the I Hate Daylight Saving Time Bandwagon? Because really, I hate it. Let me count the ways:

1. Just like kids all across North America, Alexis was very uninterested in me telling her what time it was last night. Her little body said it was too early to go to bed so her little mouth told me NO NO NO every time I said it was bedtime. I have to admit, I absolutely agreed with her.

2. It's impossible to convince my stomach that it's time to eat at 11:00 am. Impossible.

3. I really don't care whether it's light out when I leave in the morning. Early o'clock in the morning is still early o'clock, it doesn't matter where Mr. Sun is shining or not.

4. We don't just lose one hour with the whole DST thing, we lose TWO. Maybe you're more efficient than me, but I know it takes me a full hour to trounce around the house and change all the clocks. Well, OK, technically it takes Mr. Husband an hour to trounce around the house and change all the clocks, but it takes me an hour to supervise his progress. I can't handle when two clocks in the same room don't agree, so I have to make sure he does a good job.

5. Until I figure out a way to teach a dog to read a clock, I'm going to have to deal with two annoying mongrels trying to go out on their regular schedule.

6. There are timers on the fish tank lights and changing them requires a feat of balance and skill that I do not possess when I have been deprived of an hour of sleep. That means the tanks are still dark when we leave in the morning and I just plain don't feed the fish.

7. I can guarantee that I will forget to change the time on my watch for at least two weeks. Once per day, I'll glance at it and freak out that the day is going by WAY too slow, but it won't dawn on me that my watch might be wrong. It always takes some major event before I put two plus two together and realize I'm a dork. Every year.

8. Who had the bright idea to do this whole Daylight Saving Time thing on a weekend anyway? Shouldn't it be on a Monday or Tuesday? If ever there was a day that deserves shortening, it's Monday, not a day on the weekend. Period.

9. It's very hard for a toddler to put on her coat and get out the door for school in the morning when she falls asleep on the couch: