One of the Best Reasons to Move to Hawaii
I used to love Fall Back Day, the day when Daylight Savings Time ends. We set our clocks back an hour, and everyone magically gains an extra hour in their day to spend as they chose. I used to choose to spend that hour sleeping. I loved being able to sleep in and still have enough time for a leisurely breakfast.
Now that’s all a thing of the past. Specifically the sleeping in is a thing of the past, but so are the leisurely breakfasts. I have kids now, and when they wake up, I wake up. Unless I want to workout that day, then I need to wake up an hour before I think they’re going to wake up. Sadly, the kids don’t realize the clocks have been turned back, and fight to keep their schedule on the “old” time.
I know I’ve complained about the time shift on this blog before. That’s an advantage of writing a blog for more than a year: Recycling topics. Soon I get to recycle the “Halloween” topic, then the “stocking up on clearanced Halloween merchandise” topic, and finally the “throwing away unwanted Halloween candy” topic. I keep returning to the time shift because I keep encountering new wrinkles each year as the kids age and become more cognizant of ways to fight sleep and bug me when they’re awake.
The new wrinkle this year is Tory’s surgery to correct his tongue-tie.* We had to bring Tory to the hospital for surgery preparation before dawn this morning. That’s before dawn even after the time shift. This is a major wrinkle into his schedule since I never wake them until the sun has fully risen and I’m fully exhausted from my morning workout. My plan was to keep everyone on the “old” time throughout yesterday; that way his 6am wakeup call will feel more like 7am, keeping him closer to his normal schedule, and more tolerable to be around until the anesthesiologist gasses him.
I stuck to that plan for a solid 90 minutes that morning until I grew too dizzy subtracting and adding an hour to remember if I was really late finishing dishes, or if I could afford to take the extra time to scrub the grime between the counter and sink. When the boys’ morning naptime arrived according to the old time, and they were still playing contentedly with blocks and random carpet fuzz, I completely abandoned the plan and reset all the clocks.
Their attitudes yesterday could have been worse, and often are. Everyone woke from naps too early, the boys were certain they should’ve gotten their milk a while ago, and Abbie scratched more than normal by the end of the day. Otherwise it was a normal day of trying to bend the wills of a toddler and two infants. By the time bedtime arrived, Abbie was in an amazingly pleasant mood. I think she enjoyed the concept of getting to be awake for an extra hour. I’m anxious for the day when she enjoys the concept of sleeping in.
* Tory had his surgery this morning and is home and doing great. I’ll give a full write-up tomorrow.
Now that’s all a thing of the past. Specifically the sleeping in is a thing of the past, but so are the leisurely breakfasts. I have kids now, and when they wake up, I wake up. Unless I want to workout that day, then I need to wake up an hour before I think they’re going to wake up. Sadly, the kids don’t realize the clocks have been turned back, and fight to keep their schedule on the “old” time.
I know I’ve complained about the time shift on this blog before. That’s an advantage of writing a blog for more than a year: Recycling topics. Soon I get to recycle the “Halloween” topic, then the “stocking up on clearanced Halloween merchandise” topic, and finally the “throwing away unwanted Halloween candy” topic. I keep returning to the time shift because I keep encountering new wrinkles each year as the kids age and become more cognizant of ways to fight sleep and bug me when they’re awake.
The new wrinkle this year is Tory’s surgery to correct his tongue-tie.* We had to bring Tory to the hospital for surgery preparation before dawn this morning. That’s before dawn even after the time shift. This is a major wrinkle into his schedule since I never wake them until the sun has fully risen and I’m fully exhausted from my morning workout. My plan was to keep everyone on the “old” time throughout yesterday; that way his 6am wakeup call will feel more like 7am, keeping him closer to his normal schedule, and more tolerable to be around until the anesthesiologist gasses him.
I stuck to that plan for a solid 90 minutes that morning until I grew too dizzy subtracting and adding an hour to remember if I was really late finishing dishes, or if I could afford to take the extra time to scrub the grime between the counter and sink. When the boys’ morning naptime arrived according to the old time, and they were still playing contentedly with blocks and random carpet fuzz, I completely abandoned the plan and reset all the clocks.
Their attitudes yesterday could have been worse, and often are. Everyone woke from naps too early, the boys were certain they should’ve gotten their milk a while ago, and Abbie scratched more than normal by the end of the day. Otherwise it was a normal day of trying to bend the wills of a toddler and two infants. By the time bedtime arrived, Abbie was in an amazingly pleasant mood. I think she enjoyed the concept of getting to be awake for an extra hour. I’m anxious for the day when she enjoys the concept of sleeping in.
* Tory had his surgery this morning and is home and doing great. I’ll give a full write-up tomorrow.
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