Time Passes Too Fast

You know when time is passing quickly when you see children growing up, new containers or food expiring and when it's time to change the clocks - again! I can't believe that tonight we have to not only change our clocks but turn them forward. Overnight, I'll become an extra hour older. I will need to use an extra dollop of my anti-wrinkle cream for sure.

But that's not the worst part. What I dislike the most is trying to get all of my clocks on the same, correct time. I not only lose an hour, but most of Sunday trying to do the clock synchronization. I have one large clock on the wall above my TV that can only be reached using a step ladder while leaning at a 45 degree angle. I can usually get it down and change the time, but getting it back up requires every muscle I haven't used since the last time I had to change the clock. The problem is that the clock hangs on the wall with one screw that goes into a miniature hole. Since I can barely reach the clock let alone try to look for the match-up between the screw and the hole, I invariably have a step ladder in my house for days. I've tried to put a plant on it to make it look like it "belongs" but my 6 foot ladder still looks out of place. I need the ladder so that I can keep trying to get the clock back on the wall when I re-gain my strength after each marathon attempt.

That isn't my only problem. I also have some atomic clocks that re-set themselves but for some reason, one has been an hour off since the last re-set. It refuses to believe it is wrong. I'm really hoping that tomorrow morning it will finally be right since the other clocks will catch up to it. I have looked at and pressed every button I see on that clock and I can't get it to budge from it's wrong time. I really think that my grey hairs and wrinkles are not from aging but from the stress of day light savings time.