protesting the time change

If you want to avoid a bunch of complaining, just focus on these adorable smiling pictures.

Too cute if you ask me, but then again, I'm pretty biased.

I know I'm not alone in my disgust for changing the time.  I know this because I saw similar rants plastered all over other blogs this morning.  Since I too have a blog, I feel it's only appropriate that I throw in my two cents.  My two cents are this:  the time change is lame.  I have no better word for it.  It is just lame.  Please consider the following rant as more proof that I am highly resistant to change of any kind, small or large.

Prior to having children, I loved the Fall time change.  An extra hour of sleep in the morning was a luxury I looked forward to.  After children, the time change just creates another sleeping problem for me (as if the last 14 months of no sleeping aren't punishment enough).  My mornings now begin at approximately 4:15 a.m., since I cannot explain to my one year old that even though her body thinks it is time for playing, the clock says it is time for more sleep.  Yes, she normally rises around 5:00 a.m.; on "good" days, I get to sleep until six.  I'll admit that I wasn't incredibly tired when our day began, obviously my body is more in sync with the "old" time than the "new" time.  HOWEVER, my mind just cannot wrap itself around the idea of getting up at 4:15 a.m. no matter how tired, or not tired, I feel.  Not to mention, when your day begins so ridiculously early, it makes for a freakishly loooooooooooooooooooooooooooong day.  Yes, that loooooooooooooooooooooong!  So long that we ate dinner at 4:30 this afternoon.

And since we've been up since 4:15 a.m., little missy is exhausted by 5:30.  Since she's used to going to bed at 7:00 p.m. every night, she is pretty much losing her mind by 6:15.  At first, I insisted on her staying up as long as possible, but somewhere between 6:12 and 6:13 this evening, I changed my mind.  She was whining and crying and rolling around on the floor, and refused to sit still with me.  She would wander to her room and then come staggering back to the living room, and it was really quite sad and pathetic to watch.  What I originally called "readjusting her bedtime" began to resemble cruel and unusual punishment and I put her to bed.  No surprise - she fell right asleep.

To the powers that be, I request that we exist solely on Daylight Savings Time from this day forward.  I, for one, do not feel it is necessary to switch our clocks back, then forward again in another five months, then back again in seven months, then forward again in another five, and...you get the idea.  Just a bunch of ridiculous clock changing.  Thank you for your attention to this matter of utmost importance.