Since it is Lent, I will not indulge in musings about what kind of twisted mind would come up with a plan to make tired parents lose an hour of sleep once a year. I will guard against letting profanity slip when having mind-bending household schedule adjustment conversations with my husband. I will forgo my semi-annual custom of spending two weeks saying something bad about Daylight Savings Time every time I look at a clock. Alas, I will not even write a 2, 000-word rant on the subject for my blog, no matter how satisfying that would be. I will simply direct you to my post from the last time we changed the clocks, which was not during Lent.