Long gone are the days when I would look forward to that Saturday night in fall...anticipating 2am when I rolled back that hour hand to 1. An extra hour of life. An extra hour of sleep.
Welcome to the days, when that hour hand moves, and it's like it is somehow directly connected to my childrens' brains. How can only one tiny hour mess up an entire week of sleep?
For the last 4 days, both of my kids have been up at 5:30am. It doesn't even make sense. That's 6:30am the old time, which is still an hour earlier than when they used to get up. So, somehow their daylight savings brain is on a 2 hour window, not one.
Worst case scenario...there's always April to look forward to.