Damn daylight savings time

I'm soaking in the bathtub for the first time in months, enjoying the warm water, smelling the berry candle, reading a trashy book, listening to the sounds of a family at peace as Gary and Colter play with Legos in the living room. Then suddenly ... there's crying. It's 8:30 and instead of Colter brushing teeth, he's acting like he's unbelievably overtired. I can't understand why until I remember. Really, it's 9:30 and normally he'd be asleep by now. I'm just not sure whether the extra hour I gained to straighten today was worth the hour of bedtime reading I lost.