Ugh.
I've always hated the end of Daylight Savings Time (hereafter referred to as TEODST).
But I'd managed to forget over the course of a year just how exponentially crappy TEODST is when you have really young kids.
Because as we all know, there is a SINGLE upside to TEODST, and that is, of course, the extra hour of sleep. In fact, whenever you complain about TEODST people will inevitably say,
"But at least we get an extra hour of sleep, right?"
WRONG!
Because, unfortunately, no matter how many times I tried to explain to my 2-year-old Snood and my 6-month-old Crink that once a year there is a VERY SPECIAL and VERY SACRED day where Mommy and Daddy get an extra hour of sleep...
...they refused to get with the program and insisted on waking up at 6:30am (Now known by its cool new name: 5:30am!)
You got me good, TEODST, you got me real good.
Now, having officially missed the upside of TEODST, we have moved right on to experiencing its epic downsides.
Basically we've left behind our happy lives as People of the Sun and transformed into the Wintry Mole People that the season necessitates. No more the days of playing ball in the yard when Daddy arrives home at 6:45pm! Instead, each evening at around 3:45, the children and I begin our nightly ritual of huddling together for warmth on the cold linoleum floor of the playroom. In case you think I'm exaggerating, I must tell you that it now regularly dips to UNDER SIXTY DEGREES each evening in Los Angeles!
Having anticipated the looming darkness, I attempted to stock the playroom with exciting new toys, aiming to renew Snoodie's interest in this indoor wonderland.
Yeah, that was misguided.
Only days into the time change Snoodie is officially over it. He'll push his shiny new trains around contentedly for a little while, sure, but it is a rare day that we'll make it past 4:45 before the Snood starts hanging from the doorknob yelling at rapidly increasing volumes, "I want to run! I WANT TO RUN!" And so it is that we often find ourselves running through the neighborhood in the darkness, Snoodie's blond hair glowing in the streetlights as he darts amidst the shadows.
When we return home we pick our ways toward the backyard swingset so that el Snoodo may fly about in the darkness, occasionally nailing me in the head as his feet fly forth from the gloom.
I've composed the following summary of my feelings on the subject:
Hey, end of Daylight Savings Time -
You suck.
Love,
Me
Now that that unpleasantness is out of the way, we can move on to some more unpleasantness.
Having participated in some light-hearted taunting of my husband's football team, the Dallas Cowboys, when they fell to the Giants last month, I feel I must acknowledge this Sunday's game.
You should know that David got to the Snood before I did (for the record, because I was in church WITH JESUS) and therefore got to outfit him for the game.
And then fine, Dallas won 33-22.
So, if you are the type of person who likes the Dallas Cowboys, in spite of the fact that recent scientific research has shown that Cowboys' pass completions are directly related to incidents of blindness in puppies, then I guess to you I say, "Congratulations."
And next time I'm getting up earlier and putting my sons in blue and red.
