It's the night before Thanksgiving and all through the house, recipes are missing and I'm yelling at my spouse.

Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled at the prospect of hosting Thanksgiving Dinner. I truly love having the sons and their families spend my favorite holiday here at the Knott House.

That's right. It's my absolute favorite holiday. Yep, I love Thanksgiving. I guess it has to do with taking time to take stock-and I'm not talking about the kind with giblets and celery-of the many blessings God continues to bestow on our family.

HOWEVER, I know that Thanksgiving would be even more enjoyable if I was more ORGANIZED. And, with Thanksgiving ushering in the Christmas season, I'm thinking that I'd be especially thankful for a huge dose of time management skills-in gel capsules, please.

Several nights ago, I thought I had finally found a cure for my chaotic and disordered lifestyle. Flipping through a magazine I came across an article that offered a dilly of a time management plan-the Pickle Jar Theory. Years ago, I read a similar plan but that one was called the Mayonnaise Jar Theory. Regardless of the jar, the innards are the same.

The theory purports that you plan your day using a large imaginary jar. First, you identify three or four MUST DO items on your TO DO list. They are represented by large rocks, which you pretend to place in your jar. Next, still pretending please, you place a small handful of pebbles, representing your lower priority tasks, into the jar. Give it a couple of swirls to help make room for a handful of sand, which is supposed to represent all those everyday routine chores. After another swirl, fill the remaining space in your jar with water, which is symbolic of time for self and family.

Okay, so I got my pickle jar ready the other morning with what I perceived was a perfect mixture of rocks, pebbles, sand, and water. By mid-day, I thought I might be on to something that actually worked. Unfortunately, that's when the hubby dropped a boulder in my jar and shattered the darn thing.

While helping him winterize the camper, my mind wandered back to that glorious night several weeks ago when we switched from Daylight Savings Time to Eastern Standard Time. Just before hoping into bed that evening, I was able to turn the clocks back an hour and add 60 precious minutes to my night.

So here's my plan for the best ever time management theory. We make that DST to EST switch every day.

Think about it. Each evening when time has run out and there's still a dishwasher to unload and clothes to fold, we'd set the clock back an hour and SHAZAM-we'd have time to get it done.

Trust me, I understand that skeptics will say that we'd get used to knowing that we have an extra hour and then we really wouldn't have it anymore. It's kind of like the way my friends and family know that I'm always running late so they tell me to be at their place at 7 o'clock for dinner. In actuality, they want me there at 7:30 but they figure that's about the time I'll make it anyway. The problem is I know what they are doing so I'm lucky if I get there by 7:45 because stuff happens-phone rings, dog needs to go out, outfit makes me look like I just ate a dozen donuts, and/or I can't find my keys or glasses.

Conversely, with my plan the time change wouldn't become an assumed thing. It would be sucked out of our minds each morning like the name of the person we saw at the grocery store the other day when the memory bank crashed.

Each night, when we are totally worn out and literally washed-up, we'd be able to turn the clock back an hour. Heck, that would mean that I might be able to make it to bed before midnight.

I realize my Time Change Theory, TCT, would add 365 hours to the year; but, that's only an extra 15.21 days, which could easily be divided among twelve months. Better yet, we could add those days to December so there would be ample time to decorate and shop.

Even with TCT, reckon there's any chance I would be ready for Christmas? KNOTT MUCH.