daylight savings

Last night we turned the clocks back an hour, meaning an extra hour of sleep. The problem is that no one told my kids. They follow their internal clock and wake up around the same time every day, give or take fifteen minutes. So when their internal clocks said that they had slept enough, they wandered into our room. And, thanks to daylight savings, it was 5:45 am. Brutal.
Those are the kinds of things you just don't think about before you have kids. I never once stopped to think about how adding or subtracting an hour from the day would affect them. It was the worst when they were infants. I would finally have them on a great schedule and daylight savings would come along. You can't tell a screaming baby that her 8am feeding has now been pushed to 9am. She doesn't care and will simply continue to scream. So you have to fudge it and feed her an hour early and then try to push her a little longer than usual between feedings to make up for it. Or maybe that was just me. I had a tendency to be a little obsessive when it came to the schedule.
The boys did okay with it this time, apart from the early rising. They will most likely be tired and a little grumpy for the next few days as they adjust but that isn't really unusual. The problem is that I'm tired and grumpy now thanks to the early wake-up. And it doesn't help to listen to other people talking about how nice it was to have that extra hour of sleep last night. Thanks a lot daylight savings.

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