Wednesday, November 5, 2008

How Do I Loathe Thee, Time Change

Let me count the ways:

1. Sunday, Nov. 2. Girlchild, who usually sleeps until between 7 and 7:30, is up at 5:30 a.m. Boychild up at 6:30 a.m.
2. Monday, Nov. 3. Girlchild is up at 6 a.m. Has a huge tantrum about not being allowed to go downstairs yet. Boychild has adjusted to the time change. Lovely Boychild.
3. Tuesday, Nov. 4. Girlchild is up before 6:30 a.m. This may not be early for some folks, but I'm a 7:30 girl.
4. Wednesday, Nov. 5. Girlchild is up at 6:30 a.m. Huge tantrum ensues about something trivial. Her, not me. I'm now certain she is trying to kill Groom-boy and me.

Boychild has adjusted to the switch and is now sleeping to his usual 7 a.m. He can also tell time and knows there's no point in trying to get us up before 7 a.m. Girlchild, however, cannot tell time. When you suggest to her it is too early to get up she peeks through the blind and looks at you as if you are crazy. "No, Mom. See? Night's over."

I never used to mind the time change, but I never used to live with people who didn't need an alarm clock to wake up and needed my supervision. (This excludes my parents, who are crack-of-dawn people but didn't force me to get up with them.)

I know the whole notion of moving the clocks an hour ahead and an hour back is to take advantage of the daylight and save energy, but if I've got to brew two pots of coffee in order to wake up, how much energy am I really saving? Hm?

2 comments:

momma's heart said...

Timmy is having trouble adjusting too and has been terribly cranky the past three days. I feel your pain. We go through this every year, although this year Daniel, the older one, seems unaffected.

Andrea Frazer - Pass the Zoloft said...

Oh, that sucks.