If I had a Farm

If I had a farm, then maybe daylight savings time would make sense to me. Maybe, if I had a farm, and crops, and my children were old enough to work early in the mornings and late in the evenings on said farm, I would understand why someone tries to add and subtract hours from my day.
But I don't have a farm. I have groceries, not crops. And my children have a very specific job to do early in the mornings and late in the evenings, and that is SLEEP. Yes, they are supposed to sleep, not be waking up early, getting cranky early because they don't know what to do with an "extra" hour.
And, if I had teenagers, maybe an extra hour of sleep would sound nice. Because my teenagers would probably say, "Oh yea! An extra hour of sleep!" My babies, however, don't use this mysterious extra hour for sleep. They use it as an extra hour to need me. And, I think there are already enough hours for that.
So, according to one of the clocks that resets itself automatically, it is 4:30. Taly is screaming in her crib trying to take a nap that she doesn't feel like she needs to take but it's amazing how one "extra" hour can screw with an infant. As far as Simon's extra hour, that's easy - he gets to use it to watch movies. If I had a farm, he'd probably be bringing in the harvest.

P.S. For my church friends out there, you didn't miss me this morning. I wasn't there, because I had my whole family climbing into the van at 7:00 this morning when I noticed it looked mysteriously dark outside. So, we piled back inside, told ourselves God understood we tried, and two of us took a nap (not me). Getting out the door for church is not something one (this one at least) attempts twice in one morning.