So, the party. It went just fine. We ended up partying for hours longer than anticipated, partly due to a couple of late arrivals and partly because there was still food left. Why leave when you can keep scarfing bagels?

We did the parachute thing for a while, much to Owen’s delight. His buddy Ella actually got the game started by rounding up the dads to do her bidding. (“I wanna pway pawachute. You hold this handle. Thank you.”) The kids ran underneath it, then came out and bounced the whiffle balls and some other bouncy balls we scrounged up. And then the grown men started trying to catapult the balls onto the roof of the house. What? Isn’t that how parties go at your house, too?

Oh, and I did not throw up, not even once. Though I did walk around repeating, “Thirteen. Thirteen weeks. What’s that? Oh, thirteen.” Because it’s not weird to have twenty people asking, “How many weeks are you?” one after the other.

Let’s see… the party ended, we took a nap, blah blah blah.

And then we changed the friggin’ clocks. I am seriously considering moving to the mountain time zone (it’s mountain that skips daylight savings, right?) or possibly to some blissful country where they wind their clocks only for maintenance purposes.

The time thing should not bother us here. Almost nothing has to happen at a certain time; there’s no school, no work for me, etc., etc. And yet. Every time we change the clocks, my kids morph into miserable little sleep-deprived… darlings. So that’s what we’ve been enjoying for the past couple of days.

Plus the clock in our kitchen decided to stop keeping time after being adjusted. It starts up every few hours and runs for maybe ten minutes before quitting again. Always good to realize you’re timing your pasta on a clock that stopped two days ago. (“How can the water have boiled off? I put the noodles in at 4:46 and it’s now… 4:46. Wait a minute…”)

And now it’s somehow 10:30. At night. The last kid just fell asleep, and I’m trying to decide if there’s any way I can avoid dealing with the dinner dishes before I go to bed. Hmmm…