Daylight Saving Time + Nursery = He- - -er Trouble

Fact: Adults without children get more sleep with the fall Daylight Saving Time. Parents with children, however, do not. Children's internal clocks must adjust to the time change and it takes a while for them to do so. We nursery leaders know that for a fact. It was the loudest toy time in a long time. Children fought over toys, they hit and pushed each other over, some even lay down under the tables and said they were sleeping.

However, it was nothing compared to last Sunday. I wondered why I felt so rested when I woke up. That was because that day my alarm clock decided it was Daylight Saving Time and moved itself back an hour. When I heard my neighbors leaving for church at 8:30 I was strangely confused, so I checked my cell. Yup, it was 9:30. What a way to start the morning. Needless to say, I missed Sacrament Meeting and Mike didn't even go to church. In nursery, Brixton decided to take off down the hallway. I was holding Cambree at the time and the two of us chased after him down the hall. Why none of the other empty handed leaders deemed it necessary to take it upon themselves I will never know. I called to a woman standing in the hall to catch him, but she just watched as he continued running toward the chapel. We all know what is coming next. Yes, he ran into the back of the chapel against the gym divider. Nobody can see a 31-inch tall child run behind a row of adults in chairs. Everyone will stare at a 68-inch tall adult briskly walking across the chapel with a child in her arms. I decided to walk through the gym and catch him on the other side. Nope, wasn't there. I checked outside and walked all the way around the church to no avail. I got the Nursery leader involved and we brought his mom out of Relief Society to search for the missing child. We did find him after about 5 more minutes of searching. There was Brixton, standing in his white shirt and green sweater vest, singing with the succeeding ward's primary program, not knowing any of the words to the songs, as he is not in primary. He then proceeds to join the sunbeams in their speaking parts and stands on the stool in front of the microphone with the teacher and the other child. He looked as proud as can be, smiling down at the congregation of a ward of which he is not a member. After the mother walked up and fetched him, and I apologized profusely, I felt nobody would trust me with his or her children in nursery again. I learned this week that parents don't care who is in nursery, as long as they get a break and get to go to Relief Society.