I remember summers as a child…long, sunny days with ample time to play outside. Those first few days of Daylight Savings Time were especially magical. I can almost hear myself exclaiming to my mom, “Can you believe it’s still light?!!!”
It seemed like such a gift, to have that extra daylight, to be able to play even longer. And it being during the summer meant that bedtime wasn’t as critical, either.
At least that’s how I remember it.
Now, as a mother myself, I DREAD the time change. That’s no surprise, though…as schedule-oriented as I have always been with the girls, throwing a 60-minute wrench in the day, twice a year, gives me plenty of anxiety.
[I should note that –KNOCK ON WOOD!!! – I’ve always been pleasantly surprised at how well our girls have done with the time change transition. I stress about it for at least a full week, but they’ve generally rolled with the punches pretty well.]
What’s struck me this year, though, our girls now four, is that I really don’t like all this extra sunshine.
And that feels decidedly un-American.
Our girls have always gone right to bed, and then right to sleep. Since Day 1, I’ve been able to put them down in their beds, sing our evening graces, whisper my goodnight wishes, and close the door behind me…and then move on to do something else.
Since April of this year, though, things haven’t gone quite as smoothly.
We have blackout shades in the girls’ bedroom, but they can only do so much against the girls’ westward-facing windows. At least 50% of the time, I’m still hearing rollovers and sighs – and not the peaceful sounds of slumber – up to an hour after I put the girls to bed.
Thankfully they are relatively content to work themselves to sleep, but I’m still on high alert until I know they’re asleep.
So…this summer…I love the warm weather…the ice cream…the sundresses…the bubbles and sidewalk chalk…the impromptu trips to the park…and so many other things that come with this glorious time of year.
And although once upon a time I never could have imagined feeling this way…I’m ready for the 5pm sunsets of the dead of winter.
Even if it is un-American, surely I can’t be the only mama who feels this way??!!!