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Week 9 update

My week days begin early. Very early. Like 5 a.m.-ish.

My four children do not begin their week days until 6:40 a.m., when the alarm I strategically set goes off. (When they get up at this time they have plenty of time to do their grooming and chores and eat before we leave for school around 7:30.)

But somebody a long time ago decided we (me and my four children) needed Daylight Savings Time. (My heart rate is starting to elevate and pressure is already building with just the mention of those three evil little words.)

So now TWICE a year my children’s little internal clocks are messed up.

!!!!!!!!!!

Which means they are either getting up at the crack of dawn or going to bed super late for what feels like FOREVER!

Like this morning.

At 5:45, I hear some chatting. Then the chatting apparently woke up child No. 2 (putting him into a LOVELY mood). Child No. 4 (the chatter box) then decided to not heed my warnings to “Go back to sleep! It’s WAY too early to get up!!!!” and instead change the chatting to singing.

Lovely mood No. 2 then starts screaming for him to “BE QUIET!!!!” which woke up No. 1 and 3 in the other bedroom.

No. 1 decided her sister “Is SOO not awesome” and took this opportunity (at 5:45 in the morning) to inform her.

No. 3 came downstairs to tell on her, which she does every time somebody looks at her wrong. I sent her back upstairs because remember: “It’s WAY too early to get up!!!!” and somehow No. 1 got a pencil and proceeded to STAB No. 3 in the cheek (even though there was no mark whatsoever).

Tears. Screaming. Anger. Singing. Chatting. Stabbing. Criticizing.

NOTHING in my mind is good about Daylight Savings Time or its ending.

But now they are all at the school (hopefully leaving all the aforementioned terrible, moody behavior at home) and the house is quiet. Ahhh.

On a different note, this is week NINE of my new journey, which you can read about here.

So far I’ve lost 21-1/2 pounds (the half is VERY important to note).

I’ve gone 51 days WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A SIP OF SODA!!!!!!!! (Sorry for yelling at you — I’m just THAT proud!) And yes, I still want one desperately, just like a real-life addict. At this point, though, I’m doubtful the desire will ever go away.

But hopefully tonight/tomorrow morning is better!

Curse you, DST!!!!

Categories: Weight loss on the farm

Ginia

My name is Ginia Oehlschlager and I'm a small-town gal from Missouri. Join me as I document my crazy life on the farm with my husband and four kids. I'm always looking for frugal, simple ways to live the life God set before me. Where faith, family and fun come together on the farm.

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