Dear Time Change, my old nemesis:

Interesting move, oh stealer of sleep.

Sadie has actually been happier since the time change, because we’ve been letting her go to bed at 7:00, which feels like 6:00, which is when she would choose to go to sleep. (We usually convince her to hold out another hour, so that she doesn’t wake up before the sun in the morning.) And everyone else has had trouble figuring out how to fall asleep and when, but no one else melts down about it.

Overall, we were fine Sunday. We were fine Monday. Tuesday was okay. I was starting to think this particular case of spring forward might not be so bad.

And then Wednesday happened.

See, with Sadie going to bed early and getting up early, but everyone else going to bed late and still getting up early because Sadie’s up early, some of us are a little bit freaking exhausted. And by some of us I mean all of us. I could have slept all day today. The older kids are so overtired that they can’t quite remember how to get along with each other, and I keep being called on to mediate disputes over such important matters as Whose Turn It Is To Look Out The Window At The Birdfeeder. (Um, everybody’s?)

See what happened there? I started to think the time change might be okay. I was lured into complacency. And that’s when the havoc began.

Well played, Daylight Savings. Well played indeed.

No love,
Me

Related Posts: Are you need of additional rants on Daylight Savings Time? Oh please, let me help. There’s more here, here, here, here, and here. I’m not such a fan of the whole time change notion.