Losing an hour, gaining an advantage?

Daylight savings is rough. Especially the first morning, when you're waking up an hour earlier than usual.

But today, when my alarm went off, something occurred to me. Something deliciously satisfying. For the first time in a LONG time, I was up before Claire. My little four-year-old wouldn't be barging in to demand that I wake up. No... the tables were turned. And we were going to see how SHE liked being woken up before she was ready. 

Mua ha ha!

I could barely contain myself as I skipped to her room.

And there she was. Slumbering peacefully. Oh, how I knew that feeling.

I leaned over her and merrily sing-songed, "Claire! Rise and SHINE!"

She sat up in a daze.

"Hi little sweetie," I said brightly. "This is how mommy feels when you order her out of bed before the alarm... every morning."

No response. 

Eventually she started to come to. And she looked like I imagined myself looking each morning.

I just took it all in. 

Then, out of nowhere, she jumped out of bed, as alert as ever. And she began listing her morning demands. Beverages, TV channels, etc. etc. etc.

Suddenly I felt exhausted. I looked longingly at her bed. Surely there was time to lie down for a few seconds...?

And like that, the universe righted itself. The tables turned again... back to where they belonged.