Perhaps I'm the only nutball in the United States that prefers the "spring forward" over the "fall back" when it comes to Daylight Savings Time. Let me explain my totally irrational thinking. Many of you who know me, and frankly who can read the time stamp, know I am a night owl and NOT a morning person. The boys take after me, and the girls take after their "early to bed, early to rise" Dad. In fact, Drew often says to me, "We're the night owlest people in the house, aren't we Mom?" But I digress. Back to my convoluted thinking. My ideal, perfect, nothing-to-do-on-a-lazy-Saturday time of waking is 9:00 a.m. I can handle 8:00, but anything in the 7 o'clock or before range is just ridiculous in my humble opinion. In the spring as we set our clocks forward, it appears that the girls sleep in when in fact I am still on the old time. For instance, when I hear Mallory wake, I roll over to look at the clock: 8:30. Great! The time it should be is just 7:30. See how that mind trick works?! Now, I have the opposite happen in the fall. I hear Mallory wake. I roll over to see the time: 7:30 a.m. Dang it! It's really suppose to be 8:30! Darn Daylight Savings!
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