This stupid time change messed up the Kims something fierce.
Maddie and Riley made virtually no adjustment to their wakeup time on Sunday morning, so they were ready to go at 6:15 a.m. The new 6:15 a.m., or the old 5:15 a.m. Gar. I was not so ready, but I pretended I was ready and all was well until around 1:00 p.m. when everyone fell apart. We were all tired and cranky, we smelled like smoke from a failed attempt at a fire in the fireplace, no one felt like eating meals at the right time so everyone was hungry (but I didn't figure that out until much later), and while it had some real high spots, it was generally just a blah of an early afternoon.
Needless to say, we jumped on the chance for an imprompu invite from a friend to go hang out for a while, and that helped to boost everyone's spirits. Until, that is, both Maddie and Riley fell asleep in the car on the way home—at 5:30 p.m.—and could barely be roused to eat a bit of dinner and read some stories and collapse into bed, falling immediately asleep, at 7:00 p.m. They slept through, more or less, until 6:30 a.m., although both seem to have colds, which probably played into their bad moods yesterday.
All of this is a long boring way of saying that I wish we would just skip all of this time changing and keep the clocks in the same position all year round. Perhaps I will start a Facebook page dedicated to this cause. Or tweet about it. That'll get things done, right? That's taking things to the top! Ha.
But the weekend was far from all bad. There was park time, a great church service, good times with friends and family, and cookie baking. Oh, and a call from Mr. Brady. We'll be going out again on Saturday, details TBD. It's nice to have something to look forward to outside the usual day-to-day.