This whole "falling back" thing stinks. Kids don't know the clock says "SLEEP LONGER", they only know their body is ready to get up, because that's what they've been doing for the last 7 or 8 months. It sucks. Royally. I have to admit though, they were REALLLLLLLLY tired today, and getting up at what we thought was 6:30(which was really 5:30 with the stupid time change) made them ready for a nap at 10:30(the real time, because by that point I HAD set the clocks back) and I got to join them in a much needed nap. Why did I need a nap? Well, besides the obvious "I have seven kids and that's enough to wear anyone out", last night my husband and I had a few drinks to celebrate his upcoming birthday, and then we stayed up playing on the Wii and laughing until nearly 1:30 am. Then, when it came time for us to go to bed, #7 started crying and did not want to sleep. So Mommy got the job of taking care of her, because Mommy accidentally head butted Daddy and broke his nose. In order to self medicate, Daddy drank waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more adult beverage than was neceessary, and could barely make it up the stairs to the bedroom. I figured it was probably best to let him sleep. So, I got baby duty(not to be confused with baby DOOTY), which meant bringing her to bed with me, and sleeping with a midget sized wrestler. I swear that's what it feels like, especially when the little sleep I do get means I wake up with bruises or sore areas on my body that I figure had to be created by this small person who is wedged in between Mommy and Daddy pressing each of us to the furthest opposite edge of the bed. And then when aforementioned kids decided butt-crack-of-dawn was a good time to get up, I was dragging.
So now, back to that nap that I got, well I sort of forgot to set my alarm to wake me up, and #4 had a soccer game we had to leave by 12:30pm for. I fell asleep HARD with the 3 youngest kiddos, and something startled me awake at 12:15. My husband was out in his workshop working with #2, #1 was at work, #3 & #4 were outside playing, and no one realized WE HAD TO LEAVE IN 15 MINUTES except me. I hadn't showered, made anyone lunch, and most kids were in some form on not-suitable-for-outside-our-home attire, so my husband rushed to get himself ready, as did I, and we got everyone else ready and out the door only 10 minutes late. Whew. Luckily for us, we have started a new "we will leave way before we really have to leave because it takes us 15 minutes longer than that to get loaded" rule. It's been keeping us on time quite a bit! :) And my husband saved the day by deciding we should celebrate #2s birthday today(his actual birthday is Wednesday) by going out to eat after the soccer game. It worked out great. And I realized how awesome my husband really is because even after I broke his nose, he saved my tired self from having to cook dinner. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to go to bed at 9:30(which would have been 10:30) and HOPEFULLY get some sleep. I hear no little people(other than #2 and his buddy who is staying the night) to keep me from reaching my dreams. I probably just jinxed myself.