This used to be one of my favorite weekends of the year. An extra hour of sleep on Sunday morning. Less painful risings at the start of the week. In my 20's, it also meant a whole extra hour of drinking time, should I feel like staying out 'til closing time.
Now this weekend is dreaded. Now, I do not stay up later, knowing I can just hang out in bed a bit longer the next morning.
Now I have kids.
They do not understand the concept of "fall back".
They do not really even understand the concept of time.
On a good weekend morning, Finn might stay in bed until 6:30.
Oh, 5:30 am, I do not want to see you tomorrow morning. I sure as hell do not want to see 5:00 am.
Though it *should* still feel like 6:00 am to me, it will not. Intellectually, emotionally, psychologicially, I will KNOW that it is only 5:00 am.
I will need lots of coffee.
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It did feel like 6 am and not 5 am but I still tried to get Josephine back to sleep. And I was willing to get up with Ned and Penny at 6:30 am since it felt like 7:30 am.
ReplyDeleteBe jealous that Cameron slept until 7 AM (8 AM really).
ReplyDeleteWe are so tired lately because the kids have ZERO idea that they're not supposed to be awake yet. Grrr... Is it a conspiracy from Nick Jr.?
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