Pure Evil

Daylight savings is evil and of the Devil. Okay, not really, but I still hate it. As if life isn't tiring enough, let's play tricks on our bodies to change the time periodically so we sleep in too late from feeling like it's early or get up too early because it feels like it's later. Yipeee! Bring on the fun!

We had a really hard time falling asleep at a decent hour the night before the time changed, even though Marshall knew he had to get up early for church meetings. And getting up the on Sunday and Monday was like waking the dead. "Wait? Why does the clock say it's 7:15? I am soo tired. It must be a lie! It must! I need more sleep!" Evil, I say, evil. Today we did get ourselves out of bed by 6:20 thanks to Jacob.

Add kids to the equation and the fun just multiplies. On Sunday night the girls kept asking us if it was really bedtime because the sun hadn't set. Both nights the kids have had a hard time going to sleep. Their little bodies say they've still got an hour to play. What are Mom and Dad thinking putting them to bed earlier? Is this some kind of joke? And then they sleep in the next day, which is nice if you get up to enjoy the time they are asleep, but then you have to jump on them to wake them up and get the zombies ready for school. Not to mention the extreme crabbiness factor.

It takes a good week or so for everyone to get used to the time change. As if bedtime, sleeping, and waking up with children isn't always a random adventure of laughs. C'mon. I tell you, daylight savings is evil. Pure evil.