AM’s new DST schedule is wreaking havoc with my life. (By the time he goes to sleep I am too useless to do anything but watch the second half of The Biggest Loser: Couples. And then go to bed too late and hungry because I am too tired to make anything decent.) Therefore, an edict has come down–from me, because I am the Queen–that the 20 minutes that he napped in the car on the way to speech therapy will be the only nap he takes today.

Good news: He should go to bed at the “normal” time.

Bad news: He will be an enormous crank starting at 3:00. And 3:00 to 7:00 is a long time.

Update! Everyone was sleeping by 7:10.

I had a brainstorm–to take the kids out for Chinese food, at a kosher place 20 minutes away. Would kill time, get us all fed. My brilliant idea was threatened by the fact that I had a FreshDirect delivery scheduled from 4 to 6. But my buzzer rang at 3:35, so off we went! Of course, we were the only people at the restaurant 4:20. Did not care. AM got rice everywhere. Did not care. Miss M had to be bribed to eat the chicken. Did not care–she ate plenty of brown rice without complaint. Overpaid for truly mediocre chicken with mixed vegetables. But an entire afternoon’s activity? Priceless.