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.