I love spring forward. Most people do not like “losing an extra hour of sleep” but for a stay-at-home mom it is the opposite.
Daylight savings helps me get the girls into “my” schedule this time of year. If they’re used to going to bed at a certain time, it’s an hour later. And if they’re used to waking up at the same time, it’s an hour later there too. Normally, Emma goes to bed around 9ish. Kate around 7ish. Tonight, 10:00pm and 8:00pm. And they will “sleep in” in the morning.
I’m pretty sure everyone knows how I am with sleep. I am a night person. Always have been. Always will be. I cannot do anything productive before noon. Don’t even talk to me before 9am. I will answer with grunts.
I am at my peak from about 8pm until I go to bed. I get the house cleaned up. I blog. I read. I check facebook. I do bills. I watch DVRed shows. I sit and talk with Scott. I play with photoshop. I make movies from footage of the girls. I take showers. I do laundry. It is completely normal for me to run to the grocery store for ice cream at 11:00pm…in my PJs. Or working out at the 24 hour gym with my headphones watching Letterman.
I know, I know…it will end soon when Emma goes to school. She is in afternoon preschool for a reason. And I will do everything in my power to get her into afternoon kindergarten too. Or is kindergarten full day now? I don’t even know…
I just don’t get morning people. How can they be so up and ready for the day? Is it the chirping birds? The smell outside in the morning? The feeling of the whole day ahead? Watching the gradual rise of the sun?
No, thank you. Give me a big comforter and I’ll go back to bed and sleep until noon. I don’t feel like I’m wasting a day at all. I’m sure morning people don’t get me either. But really, in my mind, I’m just working another shift. I would much rather get a pair of binoculars at midnight to watch shooting stars versus of a large cup of coffee at 6am watching the sun come up. Is that what time the sun comes up these days?
The day will come when Emma and Kate will need to be dropped off at school at some horrifying hour. Their future teachers are just going to have to get used to me in my PJs and talking in grunts when they get dropped off. 🙂