Daylight Losing Time
On Friday I asked my officemate, mom to a 20 month old, Remind me what the end of Daylight Saving Time actually means for us? Her response – We have toddlers, so they’ll get up when they always get up, we’ll lose an hour of sleep, and now we have to walk home from work in the dark.
My memory of the twice a year time change growing up is of walking around the house sometime before bed, changing each clock and then waking up the next morning and discovering the one you forgot. (It’s a childhood memory – I could very well be making the whole thing up, just like the “really big” hill we used to bike down on the Cape.) We always called the fall change “daylight losing time” because the few extra rays of sun in the morning took a really long time to make up for the pitch black before we got home in the evening.
With cell phones as the only clocks in our bedroom, we didn’t even think about the time change when we went to bed on Saturday night. And by some miracle Nathan didn’t get up Sunday morning until 6:30am – 7:30am “body time” – essentially sleeping in! It felt pretty amazing. And though it wasn’t a huge change, I did appreciate the bit more morning light. Somehow at 7:30am by the real clock, Nathan’s inner clock told him it was time to leave for church, which lead to an hour of trying to stall his stampede to the car. We kinda thought it would be the one day of the year when everyone would be early, or at least on time, to church, but no, a call to worship and three songs later the presider was still asking us to move in to make room for those just arriving.
We kept Nathan up until his usual 8pm bedtime Sunday night, but found ourselves crawling into bed shortly after 9:30pm. It’s amazing how getting enough sleep and going to bed at a reasonable hour, and not waking up to completely darkness can remind you that you really are a morning person. I assume Tim had not probably heading off to the studio at 5am yesterday morning since I didn’t have to kick him to turn his alarm off and Nathan and I got up bright eyed and bushy tailed at 6:30.
As we crept out of Nathan’s room last night and wondered how soon we could go to bed ourselves (45 minutes later it turned out) it was Tim who realized we were doing the same things we’d done on our honeymoon – not letting our bodies adjust to the new time so that we got what felt like easy, luxurious morning without actually sleeping in. This morning 6am came with no complaints from me. And for some reason Nathan slept until 7:20. I hope we can keep it up! I’d forgotten how much I like mornings.
That's My Mommy
A story from Ms. Christina, Nathan's preschool teacher:
Date: Tue, Nov 5, 2013 at 8:16 PM
Subject: Today
Hi Katie,
I just wanted to tell you a cute story from today. At nap time we usually put on an instrumental music CD but it was skipping so we got a new one to put on. However, this time a woman sings the first half of the songs on the CD and the last half is instrumental. Well, one of the songs was playing with the woman singing. Nathan was laying down on his mat, lifted his head from his pillow, and said, "That's my mommy," and laid his head back on his pillow. It was so cute.
Happy Thanksgiving Amelia Bedelia
Nathan, are you going fishing?
No, I not.
You’re not?
I’m PRETENDING I going fishing.