Whoever designed this whole stupid time changing crap clearly didn’t have young children. Hayley has been steadily waking up at 7:30 these days, no matter what time she falls asleep, so that meant that when she woke up at her usual time this morning it was actually only 6:30. It’s not the end of the world, and it’s not like she’s old enough to understand, but it’s seriously messing up my day because I keep thinking about how late it must be and then I realize it’s an hour earlier than I think it is.

Can I go back to bed now? Hayley didn’t go to sleep unti 10 last night so she’ll probably be tired tonight; I’m seriously tempted to tape my two Sunday night shows (“Desperate Housewives” and “Grey’s Anatomy”) and just go to sleep when she does, but I’m such a night owl that it’s hard for me to do that, even when I’m yawning steadily.

I wouldn’t have been up so late but I taped a re-run of “CSI: Miami” and watched it last night, not finishing until midnight. It was worth it though, what with being a combination of one of my favorite shows, one of my favorite characters, and it had Tony Hawk guest starring, so it was all okay in the end.

I must be tired if I’m babbling randomly like this. I’ve already folded a load of laundry, washed two more, changed Hayley’s bed, made the other bed, cleaned the rat tank, cleaned the fish tank, and served lunch. I should go do the dishes so that I can fix up Hayley’s Halloween costume. George picked up some of those crayon-style Halloween makeup kits as well so I’m going to decorate my giant belly as either the planet earth or a fish bowl tomorrow.

All right. Enough blabbing. You’d think I was strung out on caffeine, but sadly I am not.