I have come to really dislike the whole presto-change-o shake-up of Daylight Savings Time, because it wreaks havoc on my timeshift-sensitive son.
I'd foolishly been looking forward to this year's "fall back." For the past several weeks, in a radical departure from his summer sleep schedule, Bud has been sleeping in on school days, especially when the already dark skies were made darker by rain clouds. I was loathe to rouse him when he was sleeping so soundly (and when I could guess that he was in for a challenging day), and as a result we had more than a few mornings of rushing through the house in a frenzy to make it out the door on time. So, I thought, perhaps the time change would allow Bud's system to re-regulate to a more reasonable wake-up time and give us an opportunity to have a few leisurely mornings.
It re-regulated him alright.
Today our day started at 3:30 a.m., when Bud bounded out of bed with jet propulsion force despite the middle-of-the-night darkness that filled the house. It was clear from the moment he opened his eyes that he was up for the day.
I've been awake for 13 hours now and I'm still about seven hours and five projects away from falling back into bed.
I say we abandon this Daylight Savings business and start up a Nighttime Protection Program.