Thank goodness it’s time change weekend!
It’s Friday. There’s a major, huge, gigantic game tomorrow (ROLL TIDE!). The weather is supposed to be off-the-charts gorgeous all weekend.
But most importantly – we FINALLY get to fall back an hour this weekend.
I may be alone in this opinion, but I cannot wait for the time change this weekend. It has been driving me NUTS. I know we’re entering the world of shorter and shorter hours of daylight, but this week has been UNBEARABLE. It’s dark before dinner time. Oh, I’m just not ready to give up daylight just yet. FALL BACK, DAMN YOU. FALL BACK.
Not only that, but the idea of getting an extra hour of sleep – which, I suspect, is just an elaborate ruse and there is no actual “extra” sleep acquired – is almost intoxicating at this point. A WHOLE HOUR? That’s like a separate nap.
We’re in our “two weeks of autumn” phase right now here in the south. The weather has been cooperating for the most part, keeping temperatures mild and brisk, and giving us tapestry of amazing foliage. But we can’t enjoy that if the sun is robbed from us! GIVE ME BACK MY DAYLIGHT.
(Although, admittedly, it was cool last night to hit the swimming pool “at night”. Even though it was 5:00.)
To prepare for the time change, we’ve done one significant thing. I’ve taught Tony how to take care of his morning routine by himself. Now, it’s not perfect yet, but we’re working on it. I put a cup of milk (covered, obvsly) and a pop-tart in the fridge before I go to bed, and I set the tv to Sprout when I turn it off. The idea is that he wakes up, does his morning ablutions, then retrieves his breakfast and turns on the tv, entertaining himself while we steal maybe another hour of sleep.
Like I said, it’s not perfect. He tends to get “attacked” by the dogs when he wakes up (“NOOOO! NOT MORE PUPPY KISSES!!” – it’s like living with Lucy from The Peanuts gang). He also is extremely proud of his newfound independence, so he wants to run in and share each progression with us. “Mom! Mom! I went potty!” Great. “Mom! Mom! I got out my Pop-Tart.” Awesome. “Mom! Mom! I turned on the tv!” .. so, at current, we’re not getting a LOT more sleep. But I’m hoping this phase will subside a little bit, and the new will wear off of his acheivements.
My prediction is that I will wake up Sunday a new, well-rested woman. DON’T YOU DARE SPOIL THIS FOR ME.