Spring Forward?
The day we change the clocks – Spring Forward – is always the worst day of the year for me. Or rather the first day I have to be anywhere after we spring forward. Add in a 4 1/2 year old who is attending preschool, and you can magnify that by a factor of ten, which this morning included about three drop-down-to-the-floor, scream-and-cry jags. “I’m just tired Mama!” she finally shouted. Yes, I was too. I’m always shocked by how we can all expect to suddenly have our days…read more