I already mentioned that Mila is a giant mess when it comes to the time change and hahahahalolsob ... it's still going on. The kid simply does not adjust. And, uh, I have to admit that I resemble that remark.
Yeah, I suck at it, too.
But at least I don't turn into a cannonball and run around looking for ships to sink.
Mila still doesn't sleep in her own bed. I long ago gave up on the notion that she might, to the point that she currently doesn't even have a bed. She hasn't even noticed that I took her bed out of her room to make space for other things which speaks VOLUMES. There's no intent. And I don't care. But that means I wake up with a little person wrapped around me each morning. It's actually kind of great, except for the part that ever since the time change hit, the kid is whiiiiiiiining when I try to get up.
"Momma! I need more cuddles!"
The child doesn't do mornings when we're on this side of the time change and she's trying to sucker me into joining her and staying asleep for as long as possible.
It's evil.
And diabolical.
And genius.
It has worked a few times, though only for about 10 minutes because momma has work to do, please and thank you, but maaaan. The temptation.
Left to her own devices, that child could convince anyone of anything. She's THAT good.