DST is cutting into my morning quiet time since lil brother's internal clock hasn't quite shifted. He comes stumbling down the stairs in his boxers and rooster hair, bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to do his usual tricks and calling the shots...at 5:11 AM. And of course I'm moping round the kitchen in my bathrobe trying to make coffee-minding my own bleary eyed business-as usual. "Are we STILL saving de daylight time???" he enthusiastically asks me EVERY morning. Cause Lord knows that me and lil brother sure do need an extra hour together EVERY morning... As much as I love that baby, I'd love him just a hair more if he were in his bed til 6 AM.
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