Last week I was talking about how much I was looking forward to Daylight Savings Time.  We get a whole extra hour of daylight, and it was pretty cool to look outside after 6pm and see it still pleny bright out.  I just forgot about the catch.  I got plenty of sleep Saturday night, over 7 hours in fact.  But for some reason, my body and mind still knew at 7am, that it was 6am yesterday.  The same thing happened this morning.  Getting out of bed is rough.  And the tough part is that I’m not getting tired earlier.  On the bright side, it’s nice for Amy, because Bekah hasn’t figured out it’s daylight savings time, so she just sleeps in an extra hour.