Daylight Savings time was kind of a PITA this year. Normally, it's not a big deal, but Emily was just not having it this year.
We woke up "early" to go to church, and by lunchtime she was a basket case. She started crying while I was making lunch, and when I asked her what was wrong she said that she missed Grandma's "dead bunny". Uhm...ok. I can tell you ZERO facts about this bunny. I think it was a living thing that Em may have seen a few times, but I can't tell you color, age, or even when it died. So I tried comforting her by saying that I missed it too, but now it's in Heaven and very happy there. That seemed to subside the tears for a few minutes.
Fast forward to 5 minutes later. Emily is now in her chair awaiting my gourmet lunch of chicken nuggets and peas (hey, it's not alway 5 star in my kitchen, cut me some slack).
Cue the water works. Full on sobbing, buggers, everything. When I asked her what was wrong, she had no idea. Just shrugged.
I am a woman, and I totally understand just needing to cry every once in awhile. I get that. But I'm learning that being on the other end of it is not fun, and slightly frustrating. She just had to cry it out, and then she ate her lunch with minimal tears involved.
Then, my friends, she crashed. Praise the Lord for naptime!
Sadly, we're on the tail end of the nap era. Not many days include naps for my girl anymore. But Sunday? We napped! For 2+ hours! She eventually came downstairs and told me she was done sleeping, which is perfectly fine by me since she was in a much better mood at this point. The rest of our day went by with no drama, and I got my happy girl back again.
This morning, she was slighly groggy but overall in good spirits.
Crazy bedhead for Em, post-run hair for me, but we're happy!
How did your household weather Daylight Savings this year? Did everyone make it out alive?