Dear Daylight Savings Time change,
There are some things that must be said. Firstly, I hate you. It's harsh, but true. You mess with people and you whack out their internal clocks. It is your sole purpose and I resent it.
Secondly, you are impossible to explain to little kids. They have questions about you that I cannot figure out how to answer. Why? Who? What? But what about....? They think I have just randomly decided to alter time. And they're convinced it's a trick so they have to go to bed earlier. Though that part's not a bad idea, it only comes back to bite me on the rear in the morning when the alarm clock goes off an hour earlier than I feel like it should.
Thirdly, you are to blame for the cranky children that I had to pry out of bed this morning. HUH? WHAT? BUT IT'S STILL DARK OUTSIDE! NO, MOM, LET ME SLEEP! Also, for Maddie missing the bus as she sat in a sobbing heap on the floor because she could only find one of each of her sixteen different pairs of shoes. No matching shoes, shorts that she "hates," and the "worst snack ever"packed in her backpack--and yes, daylight savings time change, I blame you. Because you stole an hour of my day and our quite necessary sleep, and probably all of the missing shoes, too. It just seems like something you'd do.
Till next time,