Day Three Hundred Sixty-Four

Look at this face. LOOK AT THIS SWEET FACE.

DO NOT BE FOOLED BY THE SWEET.

Mila is a Gremlin. I've said it before. I'll say it again. It is absolutely, positively true. She's sweet and cuddly during some hours of the day, but don't feed her chicken after midnight because OMG.

Except, instead of feeding her chicken, that kid's monster trigger is the time change.

You would think that by six years of age, she'd have it together. Or maybe you want to consider that the child still has no concept of time. Why would the time of day bother her? I HAVE NO IDEA. But it does. No matter how much I prepare her by slowly transitioning her days earlier/later depending on which side of the Daylight Saving stupidity we're on, the kid is still a mess. I've tried ignoring it. I've tried explaining it. I've tried reasoning with the little creature.

None of it matters.

At exactly 2:37 am this morning, Mila was very VERY awake. And she wanted to argue. Normally she is pretty good about sleeping through the night (the universe owed me that much after Alexis), but this time she was all, "It's not time to be asleep" and I was all, "The hell it isn't," and she was all, "You moved the clocks, woman. All bets are off."

We legitimately argued about whether or not it was time to be asleep for an hour. AN HOUR. IT was dark the entire time so it should have been a simple disagreement but it wasn't because that child has an internal clock and that internal clock pukes up stupid if it's messed with in any way. It doesn't matter that 2:37 equals 1:37 or 3:37 depending on what side of the whole thing you're on. Those may all be reasonable times to be asleep, but altering reality is a sin according to Mila.

I've had enough.

I really need us to give up on this time change thing. I don't care which way we keep things, but can we keep them? Please? I need very badly to not be fighting with an unreasonable Gremlin in the middle of the night.