Why I was early

Hello, my name is Chrissy...and I am chronically late. I was born 2 weeks late and I have been since then! Well, this morning I was rushing around and trying to get the kids dressed and ready for church. We ran out the door and hurried down the road. As we approached the building, I looked around at the vast parking lot surrounding our church that is usually filled with hundreds of cars and was puzzled. "Hmmm," I said to myself. "Today is Sunday right?" "Yeah, pretty sure I didn't sleep through an entire day." "Did they cancel church?" "Now why would they cancel church?" "Maybe there was a leak, fire, chemical spill or something of that nature." I put my hand on the door of our church and it was almost as if God was yelling at me "HEY DING DONG, I GOT 2 WORDS FOR YA....DAYLIGHT SAVINGS!!" Oh Sheesh. I guess I thought that all of the stories on TV ALL WEEK LONG didn't pertain to me and my world. Are you kidding? I even changed the batteries in my smoke detectors (which just happened to be necessary this week) and thought to myself "Hmmm look at me. I have never actually done this during the week they always suggest. Aren't I efficient!" So it wasn't as if I am completely clueless about the world around me. So, as I lugged my 36 pound one year old in the door and drug my bleary eyed 3 year old along side I began to question my capabilities as a true functioning person in society. This isn't the first incident lately that has left me concerned for the safety of those around me! I just really need to pull it together. The bright side? Rather than being 10 minutes late....I WAS 50 MINUTES EARLY!!! Better record this day in history!