Daylight Savings Time Rant

Daylight Savings Time is evil! We’ve been on such a great schedule with the girls ever since they dropped their second nap. They’ve been going to sleep at 7:00 p.m. and sleeping until between 6:30 and 7 a.m. with a consistent three-hour nap during the day. Bliss!
Then, Daylight Savings Time hit and it was all over. S and A started waking up at 5:30 a.m. all last week and were CRANKY all morning until their nap. They desperately wanted to go to bed at 6 p.m., but I didn’t want them waking up at 5 the next morning, so we suffered through and stretched bedtime to their normal 7. 
Despite the normal bedtime, S and A still woke up at 5:30 a.m., but with an hour less sleep than usual, they were extra monstrous. This continued for a few days until they started randomly waking up crying at 2:30 a.m. to boot. This new development could have been due to teething, but I’m still going to go ahead and blame it on DST. 
I used to love “falling back” and getting that extra hour of sleep before we had the girls. There is no such thing as an extra hour of sleep anymore. Sigh. 
I wake up at 4 a.m. either way (it’s the only way I get things done!), but it makes taking care of the girls extra difficult in the morning and late afternoon when they haven’t gotten adequate sleep. I also love my “me time” in the morning, and now that it’s cut a little bit short, it makes me cranky too! In short, there are three cranky girls in the house– poor Jake.
Maya’s first birthday party was the day before Daylight Savings Time and the girls were really peppy and cheerful for the festivities. 
Happy First Birthday, Maya!
I didn’t intend to match the girls, but we both ended up wearing stripes. 
Nice job photo bombing Maya’s pictures.
What? This party isn’t for our birthday? 
The only thing that distracted Amelia away from the pool was bubbles. 
Samantha fell off this chair a few minutes later and I had to take her to the front yard while she calmed down. She stopped crying once she saw the cool power tools in the garage. Whatever works. 
My social secretary says it’s time to hit up my next engagement. 
Restaurants with S and A are hit or miss. Sometimes they sit and eat their food…other times they throw their food. It’s usually such a hassle and not relaxing at all to go out with them to eat, so we don’t go out too often. Thankfully, the girls were awesome during dinner with friends, Debi, Venus and Rachel. I was so proud of the girls for a successful dinner!
You have something on your face, Amelia. 

A bribe of playing at the playground after dinner never hurts. 
Neither does a bribe of giant inflatable owls. 

Now that we’ve battled through a week of daylight savings time horror, we are starting to turn a corner and get back to a normal schedule. This morning, the girls woke up at 6 a.m. Progress! {RANT OVER}.
Lots of love,  

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