Give Me Back My Hour and Nobody Gets Hurt...

So I'm just going to put it out there...Daylight Savings sucks monkeyballs!!  I can honestly say I see no good out of losing an hour of sleep especially when the true effect of it doesn't hit until a Monday.  Why can't we turn our clocks back on Friday?  It really would be easier for everyone to have the whole weekend to adjust. Or better yet, just stop changing the clocks all together.

Here's the scene this morning at my kids preschool.  I arrive 10 minutes past the "acceptable" drop off time.  Technically they want all the kidlets there at 8:45am, but no later than 9:00am...well yeah that works except for the whole losing an hour ordeal.  So, I arrive at 9:10am dreading the entire drive over about how late we are...but as I pull in it is apparent that I am not the only parent struggling this morning.  I take the Diva in first and am met by 3 other mom's coming out of the school and 2 other mom's going in...we all look at each other and laugh.  We could have all been the starring zombies in the Night of the Living Dead...bags under our eyes, hair disheveled and obviously just gathered and tossed into a clip or under a hat, no brushing required.  We are all grateful at this time that we are not the only one sucking at mommyhood today.

If I'm being honest, it's amazing that we even made it there as early as we did.  I am not too proud to admit that it took a lot of self deprecating behavior and bribery to get us there this morning, because hell hath no fury like a tired child.  It was like waking the dead, only I think it would have been easier to actually wake the dead.  It took me 45 minutes to get the Diva and the Wildman out of bed, and that's just out of bed and then there is cuddling time on the couch to try and get rid of Mr. Grumpy Gills so that they will even sit down and eat breakfast.  I may or may not have instituted "doing da butt" in order to instill laughter and a better disposition on behalf of the Wildman.

What can I say, it worked but then it backfired, because instead of getting ready, they followed me around the house saying "Mom do the butt dance again" *sigh*

So really what other options do you have at this point?  Insert bribery.

Now before you judge, it wasn't a whole candy bar, just one "bite size" piece of as they call it "Mommy's Special Chocolates"...and you know what it worked with amazing speed.  Nothing moves faster than a kid who knows that once they get their boots and jackets on, and their bottoms are secured safely in their car seats then they can have a piece of a candy.

I'm not proud but you do what you have to do.