I’ve had a post half-written in my brain all day and now I’m totally pooped. Because, of course, I’ve got the same amount of crap to do in a day that I woke up an hour later in (on? of?) and I’ve got to compensate for the kiddo’s adjusting time frame as well, besides the fact that he decided to skip his nap today, totally screwing with our timechange sleep strategy for him (which, yeah, we threw that strategy together at the last minute having forgotten about setting the clocks back (forward? what time IS it?) altogether but still).
On the one hand, I appreciate the purposes of daylight savings time, especially right before Halloween as it allows us to take the kids trick or treating "after dark" at a still reasonable hour (i.e. before bedtime). On the other hand, if anyone has ANY tips on how to prevent my toddler from waking up at 6:30 tomorrow morning (have I mentioned I’m not a morning person?) I would LOVE to hear them!!
Anyway, I’m pooped. It’s 11:30ish which means it’s really… um… OK, I don’t know. I never could keep that crap straight. I’ll write tomorrow… probably at 6 in the fricking 30 morning! *grumble grumble growl* I need some pirate booty. – wg
P.S. Doesn’t timechange just seem like it should be one word?
Isn’t it funny how having a young child suddenly makes you a scheduler?
I think that if I didn’t have a schedule, loosey goosey as it is, I would be in REAL trouble. It’s amazing how much you depend on the times they sleep!
(And yep, he woke up at 6:30.)
Last night I was sitting at my sewing machine (after hours and hours of creating a fabulous (!) Willy Wonka costume) when I looked up at the clock and noticed it was 11:30pm. Or was it? I was so dang tired I couldn’t remember if I had changed the clock or not. I think that it hadn’t changed. I’m pretty sure it was actually 10:30. Or was it 12:30? I’m still confused!
Wow, we had the exact same experience. Cheeky wouldn’t nap the day after the time-change. Then she woke up a raving lunatic the next day, had a three-hour nap in the middle of the day, and from what I hear is currently banging the cabinet, screaming, rubbing her eyes, and demanding Sesame Street. Time-changes suck
Ditto, CroutonBoy! woke up raving, three hour nap, etc. etc. weird. I think he’s getting back on track today (just in time to be up late for Halloween).
You can’t–not until he’s older. When I was about his age, I used to wake my mom up every morning to fix my breakfast. (On one occasion, she was still dreaming, and she said, “We’ve got to go around the mulberry bush!”). She’d fix my breakfast, and I’d watch “Captain Kangaroo” at 8:00–never missed an episode! I remained a morning person until 10th grade. Then, I changed–became a night person within months. My mom is still a morning person, and so is my dad. Don’t get me wrong–if I have a daytime job, like substitute teaching, I can get up and go–though I always crash, for hours, when I get home. Yet I’m a night person now. I get plenty of sleep, but in the daytime. I usually am at my best after midnight, and don’t get to sleep till sunrise (give or take an hour or two). So he’ll probably grow out of this–maybe earlier than I did. But it can’t be forced.
Just think, when you’re 74, you’ll probably scold Chance for not being a morning person–just as my mom does to me!