When I was a little girl, I didn't really catch on to the whole "time change" thing. I mean, I knew it meant I'd be going to bed while the sun was still up until school was out, and there was something about it that made adults cringe and talk about it for weeks before and after. But, my child-like brain just couldn't wrap itself around the gravity of the situation.
Fast forward 30+ years. I get it. Oh, how I get it.
Springing forward crept up on me this year. I was going about, waking up to beautiful sunrises at 6:30ish each morning, never realizing it was all about to end.
Sunday came and went without too much trauma.
But then Monday came. And Tuesday. Followed by Wednesday (which I understand is the normal order of things, but emphasis, people. Emphasis.) And the morning darkness has gotten me. My alarm goes off, but there's no reaction. It's still dark outside and my brain is evidently totally against functioning until the sun is up and screaming "Good Morning!"
So the past few mornings have been a blur of "How is it 7 already?" and rushing to get Ellie ready for school and Kyle out the door in 30 minutes.
On a positive note: if there's ever a contest, say one that involves getting a child out of bed, dressed, hair brushed, shoes on, fed, lunch & backpack together in the shortest amount of time, well, go ahead and sign me up.