Daylight savings - Source of all drama

At least today it is. My clock said 0430, but my body sure thought it was 0330. For the first time ever I had to wake Rhys up. He was not impressed. He crawled into the farthest corner of his bed "No, Eeep (sleep)!" I dragged him out and got him dressed. He was reasonably happy after that.

Long day at work. Daylight savings dopiness on top of long hours to make up for missing a day last week when Rhys and I had the stomach flu. When I got to daycare to pick him up he saw me, smiled and ran over to hug me saying "My daddy, my daddy". I thought, "This is as good as it gets". Little did I know that would be an accurate prediction of the rest of the night.

Hysterical crying, snot running down the face and frantic head banging, and that was all me after five minutes in the car with him. He didn't nap for more than twenty minutes. This is bad enough on a regular day, but disaster on a day when he got up an hour early.

I got him home and fed him, fish sticks and pizza rolls. Wouldn't touch the healthy stuff. He cried the whole time, even as he ate. Yummy. Fish sticks and snot. I got him up to bed, he cried. I calmed him down long enough to read a story. After that, he cried. I laid down next to him. When he was calm, I left him. He cried. I cleaned the kitchen and went upstairs. He cried. He has been "in bed" for an hour and he is still up there crying. He is so tired that he won't go to sleep.

I wonder if I have any bourbon left.