This is me last week, pre-daylight savings: Good morning, world! I’m so ready for a new day to get on with all the STUFF I want to do!
This is me post-daylight savings: Zzzzzzzzz… *Snort* Huh? Wha? Oooohh…zzzzzzZZZzzzzz…
Everyone keeps talking about how hard the time change is on the kids.
Honestly, I’m more worried about me.
The kids will sleep if they’re tired. For as long as they want. They’ll be awake when they’re not tired anymore. For as long as they can handle. And sometimes they’ll be awake when they’re tired. For as long as they want. And what can I do about it?
Okay, not entirely true. I can put them in bed. I can ignore their cries (Christi’s favorite this days is neither “Mama!” nor “Daddy!” but “pottyyyyyyy!!”–works every time). I can…
Ugh. No, I can’t. Because then I feel like a bad Mama, punishing her children for a time change they can’t control. So until our natural rhythm of sleep catches up with them–which it will, I keep telling myself, if I just stick with our normal routine–I’m stuck in the nasty twilight-zone of weird sleep patterns that daylight savings causes twice a year.
I may have to move to Arizona.