In college, daylight savings time meant an extra hour out at the party/bar.
In my 20s, daylight savings time meant an extra hour to catch up on sleep.
Now, after baby, daylight savings time meant an extra hour to feed a fussy baby who is going through a growth spurt, pump, wash and prepare additional bottles. Oh the joys of motherhood. I feel so old!
Life Lately: Week 46
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