Daylight Savings= The Bane of My Existence

So, I would like to have a word or two with whoever thought it would be a brillant idea to have society change their clocks twice a year. Either they didn't have children or they wanted to get a good laugh in. Does one hour really make that much of a difference (other than to those that still pay child prices at the movies?). Yeah it stays light later at night but now it's darker in the morning and despite the time, I'm walking around a total zombie because my kids were thrown completely off kilter over one stinking hour. I can't put all the blame on them because due to the time change as well as some visitors, we didn't get the kids to bed until 10 last night. It was what followed that made me wish I was back in blissful Hawaii or Arizona where "Daylight Savings" means nothing. We were up literally every hour becuase one or the other of the boys were awake needing this thing or that. Then this morning the sun was just coming so I was still walking around with my sandfilled eyes getting the kids back to bed thinking I could go back to sleep for another hour or so, when I glance at the clock and realize it's 8:00 and well past the time I should be starting my day. So rather than snuggling into my pillow I went to the bathroom threw some water on my face and shrugged of the dark circles under my eyes. The boys were awake soon after and also showed signs of a horrible night sleep. At nap time, it was the same thing all over again. Tavita missed his morning nap because he had slept so late, Brayden didn't want to go down for his becasue he wasn't tired yet yada yada yada. So, if any of you know who instituted daylight savings let them know I'm after them!
On a funny note that has nothing to do with daylight savings... Brayden has been undergoing the task of potty training and despite a few pitfalls has been doing great. However, his latest plug is he hates having to wash his hands after he goes to the bathroom, he's to anxious to get back to playing. This morning we were going through our routine debate on him needing to wash his hands. I told him, "Brayden, you need to wash your hands after you go potty because when you use the toilet you get germies on your hands so you need to wash them off" (Here it would be important to note that our neighbors/good friends are named Jeremy and Jandi, Brayden and their son Carson are always together so our homes are pretty much one in the same in their eyes) Brayden looked at me confused and said "What did Jeremey put on me???" I laughed and said, "Not Jeremy, germies." And he gets this angry/shocked look and said "It was Jandi that put it there!"... Who's in the pound (A joke for all you Ormes)