Why is it?

There are a lot of big things in the world I don't understand, like the tsunami in Japan or cancer or hunger. I can (and do) get pretty depressed thinking about those things.  But there are also some smaller, sillier things that keep me up at night. I thought I'd share some of these perplexing questions.  

Why is it...

• that daylight savings time even still exists?! I mean, I'm glad Little Sis isn't waking up with the sun anymore, but now she won't go to bed while it's up, either.  And Big Sis tries to insist every morning that she is "more tired" than anyone else. I'd LOVE for her to hop inside this old mama body for a few minutes.  I'm pretty sure she'd never, ever say that again.
• that my children are suddenly waking up in the night again?  In two weeks, I've had ONE night where I didn't have to put one or both of them back into their beds. 
• that I could be dead to the world, but as soon as I'm awake, I can't go back to sleep without an act of congress?  
• that Big Sister keeps her bike helmet on even when she isn't on her bike anymore?  How does she not feel that ginormous, pink & purple Barbie monstrosity when she is running through the yard, swinging at a baseball, or (seriously) eating dinner?!
• that every outdoor cat in our neighborhood acts like our backyard is a major thoroughfare?  It's like we've got catnip growing in the wooded area behind our fence! Poor Sophie absolutely loses. her. mind. when she sees a cat.  And the thing is, the people who would probably complain about our barking, squealing, out of control dog are most likely the ones whose cats are trotting past at all hours of the day.  Don't get me wrong, we have a cat.  I'm a cat person.  That's why I'd prefer my dog not eat one. Kitties be warned!
• that (speaking of cats) the water in the glass on my nightstand is so much more appealing to the cat than the water in her bowl?  I'll admit it was kind of cute the first time I woke up in the middle of the night and found Keaton getting a drink with her head so far in my big glass that I thought she might still be there in the morning. But when the cup happened to be a disposable one and she spilled it over the floor, or when she jumped up last night as soon as I set it down and before I took my medicine...  well...  listen, cat. You've got your own water.  Stay out of mine.  Unless you want me to turn you loose in the backyard to fend for yourself like apparently every other cat in the neighborhood. 
• that I have already eaten the two boxes of Thin Mints I ordered this year? I am a walking target for those sweet girl scouts sitting outside the grocery store.
• now that Big Sister is taking dance on Tuesday evenings, that everything seems to be on Tuesday night? Tuesday never felt like a popular day before, but now, I seem to be missing out on everything!
• that I paid someone $10 plus tip to "trim" Little Sister's hair so little that I had a hard time even finding a lock of hair to put in her baby book.  Seriously.  It looks like NOTHING happened.  And I was so confused I just said, "um... sure" when she asked (after cleaning her up, taking her out of the chair, and ringing us up) if she "took enough off." If by "enough" you mean "nothing", then my "um... sure" stands. 
• that with the girls in two different schools, the number of fundraisers seems to have quadrupled?  Is there some sort of exponential equation for this?  And does anyone want to buy a candybar, cookie dough, magazines, flower bulbs, or some random food item like gummy bears or chocolate covered pretzels?
• that I thought giving up Facebook for Lent would be a good idea?  

And finally, why is it

• that I just spent time constructing this silly list of things that make me wonder (and grumble) when I have so much housework left undone, so many errands to run, and so much for which to be thankful? I gotta go. I have other lists to make!