Time, Time, Time, See What’s Become of Me

Daylight Savings Time, it is on the list of reasons that I love Fall (in addition to the leaves, apples, birthday and Halloween).
That all ended with the arrival of the Mud Puddle. That fall back thing doesn’t come naturally to a child.
As an adult, and perhaps due in part to my travel adventures (LA to Boston to Iceland in 24 hours once, that messed up the internal clock for a WEEK), I have no trouble resetting my clock to compensate for the hour. Let’s face it, that ‘extra’ hour of sleep is a gift for a week or two.

To a three year old what once is 6:30 is STILL 6:30 even though the clock says 5:30. UGH!! Here is how this week has played out:
Sunday morning he was up at 5 (thankfully on my parents' watch and not mine).
Monday morning up at 5:30. Tuesday and Wednesday up at 6:30, even though he slept in the car coming and going to Burlington Tuesday night.
At one point (whilst being forced to listen to The Finding Nemo soundtrack) I heard SNORING coming from the back seat. Have you ever seen a Nemo CD fly? As soon as I had confirmation of unconsciousness it was GONE.

He has been cranky, we have been cranky and that extra hour has been snatched away.
As I have stated in past postings I have read 8 baby/child rearing books. EIGHT. How many mentioned the phenomena of the daylight savings adjustment? That would be NONE. Someone should have told me. I feel like I do when the power is out and I open the refrigerator and wonder for a split second why the light doesn’t come on. That kind of sinking “Oh right, I forgot” feeling that comes over you.

So when you have a friend with a new child, or about to have one, in addition to the blanket or onesie tell them about this. Let them know so they can be prepared for it – knowledge is power people. Pass it on.