We hosted my youngest daughter's birthday party last night.
The party consisted of too many eight year old girls having dinner out, watching the Jonas Brothers in 3D at the theatre and sleeping over in my family room.
I must admit the concert/movie was better than I expected and the girls slept about as long as I expected. That means they didn't sleep at all, which means I didn't sleep at all either.
For the record? I am getting too old for this.
The good news is the time change also happened last night. I'm actually happy about this because it now means I can go to bed tonight at nine instead of eight.
I like the idea of being able to mange to stay up past eight o'clock at night - it makes me feel a little less old and uh, pathetic.
I hate being pathetic.