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And We Would Have Gotten Away With It, Too, If It Weren’t For You Meddling Kids!

Gotten away with what? Why getting an extra hour of sleep, of course. 

Just like villains in “Scooby-Doo,” my husband and I said that famous one-liner to both of our children as they bounced on top off us in our bedroom on the day of the time change.

I think the new time was 7 a.m. at this point.  New time!  Old time!  What does it matter because in reality, the day that daylight-saving time ends is the longest day ever in the world of parenting.

Our first wake-up call came at 5:30 a.m. from my youngest child, who now has the freedom to roam upstairs since she’s now in a bed like the rest of the family.

Like any sane parent, I told her it was still nighttime and to go back to sleep.  Not sure if she did, but it bought her parents some time in their warm, king-sized bed.

A whole 40 minutes later, she was back.  This time she was even smarter; she turned on the light.  This time, the hubby stumbled out of bed like Rip Van Winkle, who just woke up from a long winter’s nap.  Since he pretended to sleep during the first wake-up call, he actually thought he could use my same line.

“It’s not time to get up yet!”  Hello! I told her that an hour ago.

She’s not going to buy that line. 

He explains to me that he is trying to train her to learn to get up at 7 a.m.

Yeah, good luck with that, buddy! 

She decides to play but wants a playmate. 

Oh, no!  She does the unthinkable. 

Yep! She wakes up big brother.

It’s not even 7 a.m.  “Fall back” used to be one of my most favorite days of the year.  Not anymore.  That changed with the birth of a child.

Both kids end up in our room — hopping in bed with us.  All their stuffed animals end up in there, too.  My clever “Scooby-Doo” wannabe gang member jumps on top of us with the most evil laugh ever.

“WE ARE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE EVER!”

Got that right!

My husband says to me, “This is why people have kids at 25. Because at our age now, they would be in college, and we would have our hour back!” 

As I write this story, it’s now 9:24 am.  We’ve been up for hours. Every game in the house is opened and spread out all over the floor.

Yep! The day daylight-saving time ends is the worst nightmare ever for parents. And losing an hour isn’t any better, either. 

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