Whose Idea Was This

I am not a happy camper people. Who had this bright idea to change the clocks a month early? I understand for those of you living in a cold and dreary climate who are loving the fact that you now have some daylight but I don't like it. I love the nights when it is dark by 7 and the temps are getting cooler. Since we don't really have seasons here I suppose the dark evenings at least con my body into thinking it is winter.

Last night we suffered the same dose of reality shared by all parents in this country, a little voice saying, are you sure it is my bedtime it is still sunny outside. Lily has some serious blackout shades in her room for this time of year but they don't cover the whole house. We even let her stay up a little later than usual. She didn't make a fuss and she went to bed with her usual readiness.

However this morning as the alarm clock sang its chirpy little brains out at 6.30 this morning I wanted to chuck it at the wall or out of the window. It was pitch black outside. I don't do mornings when it is bright and sunny so how I am I expected to function in the dark....huh? Then I realised that Lily was still fast asleep, but I expected it after something that happened after she went to bed but more on that in a seccy. I let her go as long as possible then I went in to wake her up. She groaned and looked at me through very sleepy eyes and said, mummy, its the middle of the night I haven't had any sleep yet why are you waking me up? That killed me, I hated to force her up but the school department probably couldn't care less. She got up and I carried her downstairs where she instantly woke up and was her normal Lily self.

Can't we just leave the clocks alone and let nature take its course. It naturally gets lighter later in the evening anyway why do we have to screw with things? EEKKK here comes the hot summer weather........barfola.

The thing that happened last night to Lily unfolded like this: we had put her to bed and read her story and Jacob was watching the telly and I was blogging when we heard her crying and I mean really crying. We calmly walked upstairs (that is code for took the stairs 2 at a time in my case and 3 at a time in Jacobs case) and walked calmly ( again more code for ran as fast as we could) into her room. She was sitting in her bed wailing that Bunny was tied to her finger. When she goes to sleep she plays with Bunny's' ears and they are now getting threadbare. One of the threads had wrapped around her little pinky and was making her finger BLUE, I am not kidding about the blue part. We have no idea how long she had been like that before she panicked but it must have been a while. Jacob hit panic mode and I stayed calm. This a reversal of all things normal in our lives but I am really calm under pressure, him not so much because it was Lily. I carried her to the bathroom where Jacob is brandishing a pair of big scissors and she is screaming. I pick up a little pair of nail scissors and try to unwind Bunny but she was crying so hard. I finally got it unwound enough that I had room to maneuver the scissors and cut it off! We comforted her for a while and put her to bed in our bed but she still didn't go to sleep until after 9pm which is late for her. This added to the mornings sleepys. Her finger is of course just fine and Bunny is missing a few threads but that serves him right.