Which dwarf am I?

I hate daylight saving time. There. I've said it. I hate it. I get up at 4:30 (well, the alarm goes off at 4:30, I don't really get up until closer to 4:45) three days out of my week. The fact that I get up prior to the crack of dawn is not helped a damned bit by "springing forward." But I can't just make myself fall asleep an hour earlier either, which is a point of contention between me and my husband. A typical Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday night conversation: Him: What are you still doing up? Don't you have to get up early for work tomorrow? Me: Yeah, I'm just watching the 10:00 news long enough to get the weather report. Him: Well, don't stay up too late, you'll be tired in the morning. And I would watch the news long enough to get the weather report, then go to bed and fall asleep within a few mintues, and be kind of tired in the morning. On the other hand, even on the nights when I did not stay up to watch the news, and therefore was in bed plenty early, I was tired the next morning, because HELLO, 4:45 a.m. is a sleepy time!! Well, last night he came in a second time to fuss at me about not having gone to bed because he knew I had overslept yesterday, and he didn't want me to do so again. Even though I had already told him that I was only staying up long enough to catch the weather report (since I get up too early to make coherant decisions, I try to choose my clothes before I go to bed) he felt the need to comment on the fact that I was staying up late. I went to bed and proceeded to not be able to fall asleep for approximately an hour. So morning rolls around and I beat up on the snooze button and am a zombie. And DS1 does not want to get up out of bed because he is tired. He's doing that limp rag doll, flop over as soon as I get him upright, grab the pillow as I lift him out the bed thing that 4 year-old kids are so good at. "But Moooommmy, I'm tiiiiired. I wanna go to sleeeeep." Luckily he's good at cooperating with being dressed while 90% asleep (usually he's doing the "sleep-change" thing on the other end, to get his pajamas on, but it's the same concept.) Spring also means an elevated pollen count, which means that I can't forget to take my loratadine. Yeah, that helps me in the "plenty of rest" department. Or not. Maybe I should just move to Arizona. Maybe I could handle 120 degrees during the summer if it's a dry heat.


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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

    Lil Joe- aka DS2. Born in 2003. Doesn't say much we can understand, but has mastered the important stuff ("eat!", "Wash hands!", "Want chocolate ones!", "Hockey game!") Likes to push buttons, much to the consternation of whoever is trying to watch a DVD. Firmly refuses to use the potty, despite evidence that he is physically ready to be out of diapers, indicating a level of stubborn that eclipses even that of his parents and siblings.

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