Dear Extra Hour,
Why do you have to leave me so soon? Who is it that makes you go away? Do they not know of our love? Why must they tear us apart? And why must they take you away on a Sunday morning? It's not near as cute when I fall asleep in church as when my children do.
We've had some wonderful times together, Extra Hour. I remember the first day you came last year in November. I was so sad that I had to wait even longer for you to come, but when you finally arrived it was wonderful! And now I am stuck with an hour at the end of the day that just makes the sun shine longer and the weather hotter... and less excuses for yard work not being done.
I will count the days until you return to me, Extra Hour! You will be sorely missed!
Sleepyhead (aka Carrie)