I’m so over Daylight Savings Time.
First of all, I’m not sure what the difference is between “Daylight Savings Time” and “the END of Daylight Savings Time.” Not that it really matters, because they both suck for different reasons. Which one is it in the fall, anyway? You know, the one that makes my kids think it’s okay to get up and demand breakfast at 5:34 IN THE MORNING.
Newsflash. That is NOT okay.
And to all of you praising and thanking the lawd for your extra hour of sleep, I only have 2 words for you: Suck it.
Look, I’m sorry. I’m not really all that mad. I’m just tired. You see, I have a habit of staying up too late. Sometimes I’m working. Sometimes I’m reading. Sometimes I’m catching up on my 12 Words With Friends games. Whatever. That’s not the point, really. It doesn’t matter when you go to bed when you’re getting woken up 5 times a night with 4 year olds crawling into your bed, 2 year olds crying out for blankie coverage, and other 4 year olds wandering in because they noticed their sister is missing from her bed.
The point is, as most parents of actual children know, THEY DON’T GET IT. If you’re going to up and change the time and sunrise and stuff on us, the least you can do is leave a memo (or perhaps a threat?) to the kids that they are NOT TO WAKE THE PARENTS UNTIL THE APPROPRIATE TIME, which may differ from household to household. Around here, it’s 7am, but I usually cave at 6:30 and turn their light on and throw a handful of toys their way before ambling back to bed.
I poured my second cup of coffee at 10am this morning. Because I had already been up for 4.5 hours. Which means that this will likely be a record breaking 3 cupper for me today. Huzzah! (Also, what does huzzah mean? Did I use it right?)
And another fun fact: my kids don’t nap anymore. Not even the 2.5 year old. Which means that come 2pm they will be writhing in fatigue induced agony and I’ll be forced to numb them with bowls of goldfish crackers and YouTube videos of the Three Stooges. Do they need nap on a day like this? Sure. Would I like them to nap on a day like this? Absofreakinglutely. Do I want their 45 minute snooze keeping them up until 10pm while I’m trying to work and not lose my ever loving mind because I just want them to go to bed already? Hells no.
Parenting is all about sacrifices, but this 5:30am wake up time? Needs to end, like yesterday.
In other news about the country…I had the most chill voting partner Tuesday. She proudly upheld her civic duty of waiting in line whilst holding Mommy’s hand, only hitting the dude in front of us once with her My Little Pony filled purse, and sucking on a lollipop while Mama got her vote on. ‘Merica! I hope you got out and voted too!