Lack of Sleep: Why Daylight Savings is Kicking My Butt
The other day I said to a friend, "So how are your kids adjusting to Daylight Savings?"
And do you know what that coldhearted friend said back? She had the audacity to say, "Just fine! They had no problem adjusting." And she said it really bouncy and upbeat like she had just slept 11 hours or something. I mean, the nerve.
Well, I'll tell you how things are going over here. Not fine.
And my 2 1/2 year old son Chase is the worst offender.
He used to wake up at 6:42 am. Totally in the realm of acceptability for a toddler. I'd prefer 8 but you know what, I'd also like a beachfront home with a swimming pool. We don't get everything in life. So I could live with 6:42 am.
But now thanks to Daylight Savings, he gets up at 5:42 am. And it makes no difference how late I put him to bed. I could put him to bed at 5:41 am and I'm pretty sure after getting 60 seconds of sleep, he's be like, "Hey mom, top of the morning to you!" I don't know why I just turned him into an Irish lad.
And I can't figure out how Chase wakes up at EXACTLY the same moment every morning. He's 2 1/2. He can't read a clock. Is he setting his iPhone alarm? Is he training to be a baker? What is going on here?!
And I am so very tired.
Of all the challenges of parenthood, lack of sleep is one of the things I've found the hardest. Oh, and cleaning up vomit, because oh my gosh is that disgusting. But back to sleep.
I know once I put my kids in bed, I should prepare for the next day and then go to sleep myself. EARLY. But there's so much to do! All that TV isn't going to watch itself you know.
And I always end up going to bed too late.
And well, you know what happens at 5:42 am.
Okay, so how much longer until we spring forward? I can hardly wait.