Daylight savings is a tricky wrinkle in time to navigate if you have little kids.
Falling back last night didn’t buy us a later wake up time or an earlier bedtime or even a nap. That proved especially painful for our 3-year-old, who is having a need-hate relationship with his afternoon siesta. We were THAT family on the F train coming home from an afternoon in the city.
But there did come a moment when the kids realized they were in this together, against their parents. I can’t abide the disrespect, but I do cherish their solidarity.
What time is it in YOUR house?