I remember, before kids, looking forward to the fall weekend when we're turn back the clocks. It meant an extra hour of sleep, and extra hour to snuggle in bed, and an extra hour of "found" time.
Nowadays, I dread that "fall back" weekend. Children don't understand "time". They simply wake up when their bodies are rested. (When's the last time we adults have ever done that?) That means, they wake up at their usual time, except, now it's 6:30 am, not 7:30 am.
And the adults? We're still hoping to find that extra hour of sleep before the "spring forward" weekend arrives.
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