The day that never ends

Lots of people consider today’s extra hour to be a gift—time to get up? no, I can sleep for another hour. But in our house, which has had little kids living in it for almost two decades now (only have three kids, but they’re spread out), this is the day that never ends. Kids don’t sleep in. They rise with their internal clock and bang around the house as they would on any other day, erasing your extra hour of sleep. But they follow the clock religiously when it comes to bedtime.

“Aren’t you tired?” asks the exhausted parent, looking for some peace.

“No, it’s only 8:00!”

“But you’ve been up since 6:00 this morning.”

“It’s only 8:00!”

“Look at how dark it is.”

“It’s only 8:00!”