I give up.
Daylight Savings Time wins.
It’s kicking our behinds this year.
It doesn’t help that we’re out playing later and later when we’d normally be home hunkered down in our goodnight dresses.
Between being focused on my dad, baseball practice and DST – I haven’t even thought about naming the new baby in a week. A week! That’s unheard of for me.
I’ll adjust to all of this right? And things will fall into place? Right?
Time is flying by me.
Before I know it, it’ll be July, the baby will be here and the poor thing will be nameless and roomless.