Fall Back used to be one of my favorite times of year.
An extra hour of sleep! Yeay!
And then I had children.
Last night Greg and I were invited to an engagement party. We got all dolled up, left the kids with a sitter and spent the evening with some awesome people laughing so hard my abs hurt. (That part is Victor's fault. I can't even frigging LAUGH without it hurting.)
On the way home, we thought that maybe. .. since it's Daylight Savings Time. . . maybe we can um, you know, because we get the extra hour of sleep in the morning. Surely the sitter would have been able to get the kids down before we got home.
We can't even get the kids down. Why did I expect a 15 year old to be able to?
As soon as we walked in, the two littles shrieked "MAMA!" as if I had been gone three days instead of four hours. (I know, I know . . .I'll miss it someday.) I took the sitter home, with a meaningful look to my husband that clearly said "If these children are asleep when I return, you will be rewarded."
They weren't. He wasn't.
So. . .the kids weren't asleep. I figured it wasn't a big deal, as we still have that extra hour in the morning.
We forgot to tell the kids about the extra hour.
Because they were awake at what used to be 7am, but is now 6 am. Right? Or did it used to be 5am but is now 6 am?. Whatever it was yesterday, TODAY it is freaking 6 am in the morning and this is NOT A SCHOOL DAY.
SO, my long awaited extra hour of sleep was punctuated by 15 minute intervals of taking the almost 3 year old to the potty, getting the 5 year old some cheerios, and telling the 9 year old that I have no idea where the green sharpie is.
I was the one who kept getting up. They never want cheerios from Greg. He got his extra hour.
And that's all he gets.