Daylight Savings Time -- Not As Cool As It Used To Be

For years, DST was the adult equivalent of a 2-hour school-opening delay. You didn't get the whole day off, but you got a little extra bump to get you through the day.

Lisa and I are (were) notoriously late sleepers. We had our dogs well-trained to not beg to go outside and we'd just snooze the morning away. DST was like Christmas -- a whole extra hour before church! We might actually make it on time for once!

And then came kids. Kids. The kind that wake up at o-dark-thirty demanding to be fed. And now that Clay's potty-training, he's banging on the door pleading to be let out. And we get up. And by "we" I mean "Saint Lisa".

This wasn't in the paperwork I signed. I want a refund.