First of all, whoever invented daylight savings time should be punished, severely, by going to bed at midnight, waking up 6 or 7 times to various children wandering around the house, exhausted but unable to sleep, and then rudely awakened just before 5 a.m. when the sky is black and you want to crawl under your covers and hibernate.
I know this makes it sound like I am, indeed, the inventor of DST, because this is the punishment I have endured the past week so that we can, what, reduce crime, or preserve daylight, or something? I don't really understand the point of it, especially when our Arizona neighbors have told the whole time-change thing to suck it, and really, does the sun rise and set any differently in New Mexico?
My children -- bless their energetic, healthy, amazing hearts -- have decided that this whole fall-back thing means they only need about 9 hours of sleep per night, and naps are no longer an option. They get to this giddy point of hyper-tired-ness that is less zombie and more who let the dogs out? My house is crazy town and my attempts to wear them out (school; an hour jumping and running around at the trampoline park; hikes in the mountains) have only succeeded in wearing out yours truly.
I'm just guzzling coffee and hoping they adjust to this unnatural time-magic thing before too long.
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