At least the falling back kind.
I initially grumbled on Sunday when I looked at the clock and realized that the old 7 am was now 6 am. My family was happily slumbering away, but not me. I’ve been waking up consistently between 6 am and 6:30 am for quite some time, my mind too busy with the “to dos” ahead of me to stay in bed. And sleeping in? What’s that? Even sleeping until 8 am feels like a luxury to me these days.
But then Monday came and I realized that my family was still sleeping in longer than me. While other children were waking their parents up at a now unbearable hour, mine were gifting me with an extra hour minimum. So I decided to stop tossing and turning and just get up.
Over the past three mornings, I’ve woken up to answer emails, fiddle on Facebook, and complete writing assignments – all before my children woke up. I begin my day feeling productive and, when they come down sleepy-eyed, declaring “Breakfast, please!,” I’m ready to give them my undivided attention.
I’m sure I’ll feel much differently when I lose this hour come spring, but for now I’m going to enjoy it.
I was happy for the time change too. We leave the house at 6:50 in the morning. For the past 3 months it has been pitch black. Now it is bright and sunny. It just feels easier.
I tend to agree! The only trouble is that bedtime is a little later, but since I stay at home, we just roll with it. Sleep when you’re tired, right? No matter what time my kiddo goes to bed, mom is guaranteed to be up for at least another 2 additional hours!
The time change is always hard with kids. My little one has finally adjusted. I was very sad not to be able to sleep in.