It’s 4 am, and I’m awake
Ever since having kids, I’ve held a special hatred in my heart for the time change. Screw the farmers – my kids are messed up for weeks after we “fall back” and “spring forward.”
No offense farmers. I think you’re great. Thanks for the milk and wheat.
In past years, I’ve tried adjusting bedtimes for the week leading up to a time change. I’ve adjusted nap schedules and eaten dinner earlier or later depending on what would make our transition easier.
One year, I even made sure I was out of town for the time change. Sorry Mom!
But this year? This year I was downright cocky.
Time change? Pffftttt – I’m not scared of no time change.
We told the kids that if they came into our rooms before their clocks said 7 am, they would be in trouble forever.
When our oldest started crying – because he usually walks into our room at 6:15 am every single morning because he’s so hungry he might not survive another minute (after a full dinner and a bedtime snack – don’t worry mom!) – we put a cup of applesauce on the kitchen table and told him to come on down, help himself and then go back to bed.
I even scheduled a little message to go live on Facebook at 5 am to say,
Anyone else up bright and early this morning – reminiscing about the good old days when “falling back” meant an extra hour of sleep?
I laughed a little as I scheduled it thinking of the poor, poor people who would be awake at 5 am on a Sunday to read that on Facebook.
Poor things. Stuck on Facebook at 5 am while I was tucked snug in my bed dreaming about Crisco.
And then – in a cruel twist of fate – I woke up at 4 am.
As in, midnight, 1, 2, 3, FOUR!
My kids are sleeping soundly.
Even Steven is snoring a little.
And I already ate Miles’s cup of applesauce.
So I’m currently on the couch, an hour later, chatting with people on Facebook that responded to my “scheduled” 5 am post.
You win, time change. You win!