When I stand before Congress to testify in favor of doing away with Daylight Savings, here is my argument....
1. Three year old wakes up at 5:18 to tell me she is hungry and can she have oatmeal for breakfast?
2. Everybody else wakes up at 6:18 and climbs into bed with me because they are cold. It takes an hour to defrost the baby's sockless feet. I blame daylight savings....or Luke.
3. It. Is. Dark. By. 5:30. So because our kids don't get enough sleep and we have to start school later so that they sleep longer yada, yada, yada, they have 90 minutes or less of daylight (read: outside play time) when they get home from school. This is a problem.
4. At 6 p.m. we chased a possum down the street. The kids thought it was cool....but rodents out before dinner? Gross.
5. Our porchlight begins it's seasonal dance. That is, I turn it ON everytime I walk by and then Scrooge turns it OFF every time he walks by. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. From 5:30 to 8:30 every single night! You should come watch the show. We may set it to music this year. (And you are welcome to knock on our door anytime, despite the probability that our home may appear dark and uninviting.)
6. At 6:18 p.m. the baby begins singing, "Heeem up! Heeeem up!" Meaning, it's time to clean up because she is ready for bed. Because it's been dark for far too long.
So, you see, Daylight Savings needs to be done away with. We hate it. And yes, Reillee wore footie jammies to bed last night. No frostbite this morning. Although they still woke up unusually early.