I’ve never been a huge fan of changing all my clocks and watches...it’s enough to have to fix all the electronic devices in my house after a power outage…but to have to add wall clocks and watches to that twice a year always seems like quite a task.
But once upon a time, outside of that inconvenience, I could manage to deal with the Time Change. “Falling Back” was always my preference…getting another precious hour of sleep. And I was rewarded for “Springing Forward” with another hour of daylight after I got home from work, which was also nice.
However, in the two years since our girls were born, I have come to loathe both Great Disturbances to my schedule that otherwise runs like, well, clockwork.
I have thought for the past two years that you must certainly be a man*…a man who does not have small children…a man whose wife doesn’t live and die by the schedules of such small children.
Mr. Time-Change Man, surely you have never cut off a friend’s conversation, mid-sentence, because you needed to begin the naptime routine. You’ve never forgone dessert at dinner so you can get home for bedtime. You’ve never turned down social event after social event because they might interfere with the schedule you so painstakingly put in place.
And you must not know how critical a consistent bedtime is. I am a firm believer that that is what keeps our girls [mostly] good-natured…and I KNOW it is what keeps this mommy SANE!!!
Mr. Time-Change Man, I know you enjoy the power you have over our lives, but this season, I’m actually hoping to turn your little game to my advantage.
Since our girls dropped to one nap last fall, they’ve been going to bed earlier and earlier. I am going to try to keep them up a little bit longer, hoping that it might just prompt them to sleep a little bit later.
And if that comes to fruition, maybe we can be friends, after all…at least until this fall.
*My apologies for coming across as so sexist. That's not my normal outlook, by any stretch, but I'm taking some creative license with this post. :)