This past weekend marked the end to Daylight Saving Time and we all fall back an hour. For most people that means some extra rest...and then a day full of disorientation. You wake up to a confusing world where clocks suddenly become very suspicious. Don't trust any time piece you look at, except your cell phone, which you look at every 15 seconds to make sure you haven't stepped into a time warp.
But babies don't care much for clocks, the New Zealand dude who came up with the idea of Daylight Saving Time, or your precious shut eye. Trying to convince a baby to sleep in will do you as much good as giving them a potato and telling them to uninstall Windows 8.
Anlee woke up her normal 6 a.m...except it's now 5 a.m. She ate breakfast at 7 a.m. (6 a.m.). She took a nap at 8:30 a.m. (7:30 a.m.) She pooped at 9:30 a.m. (you smell where I'm going). She was very well unaffected by the time change. But her parents, unfortunately, have to follow the rules of Standard Time.
That clock really ticks me off.
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