When I was working full time, daylight savings would come around and it would be so nice to have so much daylight after work. I never minded it much, heck, it was almost kind of nice. Besides, that hour you get back in the Fall meant that I got to sleep in an extra hour. Win win.
And then I had kids.
And now daylight savings is the worst. You see, I live in a world governed by external clocks, but my children, their internal clocks don't give a royal hoot about the time change. What used to be a 6:30 bedtime is now a 7:30 bedtime. What used to be a 7:30 wake up is now an 8:30 wake up. Add in the fact that our schedules were already a huge mess from being sick and I have no idea when anything is happening anymore.
I don't know if the toddler has been crying because I'm putting him to bed at the wrong time and he's not actually tired. I don't know if the baby actually woke up at 8:30, or if I'm remembering the "adjusted" time that I've been noting instead. I don't know if I'm fixing the schedule bumps that came from being sick and having bedtimes get thrown off, or if I'm fixing the schedule adjustment from daylight savings time.
What I do know is that it's past 9 o'clock at night and my baby is having nothing to do with going to bed. And that the past two days have felt noticeably longer than they should. And that I am aching to have my evenings to be child free again.
I love my kids, I promise I do. And today was actually a really fun day at home. But now I'm ready to not have any other bodies on me or near me or grabbing at me or whining for me.
Dear baby, I know you can't tell time yet, but trust me when I say that it's time for bed. Good night.
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