I’ve dealt with daylight savings time since I was born, so you would think I would be a pro at it, or something.
I’ve handled it in the past – a day or two of whining about my hour of lost sleep, and I was over it.
This year? This year has me completely turned around and sideways, and feeling like I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.
I’ve spent the last four days in a confused daze, sinking into my chair at the end of the day for a nice few minutes of relaxing to stupid (asian) television, only to realize it’s way past time for bed and I havent done anything. Not even watch stupid tv.
Voldemort isn’t handling it much better, either. He’s clingy when we go to daycare, and has recently developed an aversion to his clothes being touched by anyone but himself.
If it was up to him, yesterday he would have slept in his sweater, because I had to take it off of him three times.
Trying to get him out of the shirt and into his pajamas was something akin to alligator wrestling.
Is it time to Fall Back, yet? This Spring Forward thing is killing me.