It’s been several years since I’ve been excited to “gain an hour.” Gone are the days of staying out that extra hour at the bar because I know I’ll get to snooze through the time change. Now I’m angling to get into bed as soon as possible on a Saturday night because only extra super early morning chaos can await me on the first Sunday after Daylight Saving Time ends.
By some miracle, my youngest had just started to sleep until about 5:45am again after waking up at or before 5am for months on end. Here we go messing that up for moms everywhere with our silly Daylight Saving Time. I still have to explain this to people who aren’t the ones getting up with the baby. Her normal wakeup time is 5:30am. New 5:30am is old 6:30am. Old 5:30am is new 4:30am! But it will be light earlier? Yeah, that’s not a good thing. And as it is she doesn’t care if it’s dark or light, she’s up like clockwork well before 6am. And babies don’t tell time. I’m totally screwed. My husband says stop being pessimistic. Well, who is the one getting up earlier than any farmers? I think I have a right to expect the worst. Maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised and they’ll adjust quickly.