The times, they are a-changin’.

I for one have been eagerly anticipating our spring forward because it means that I will have more daylight in the evenings.  More daylight in the evenings means more time outside with my boys, more time in the yard, more time to go for walks or runs, more time to get out and about without feeling like it is very late.  I love daylight.  I yearn for it.  I sit in an office all day long just staring out at it, wanting it.  I need to feel sunlight on my face, my shoulders, my arms, my pasty cellulitey legs.  It does wonders for my well-being.

Having kids always throws an extra wrench into springing forward or falling back.  Before children, in the fall we got to enjoy that glorious, luxurious extra hour of sleep.  It was divine.  It was so wonderful.  Then by the time we had to spring forward we were ready for the extra hour of daylight and could just go to bed earlier or sleep a little later to recoup that lost hour.  And back then, we weren’t so exhausted all the time and could bounce back from any lost sleep.

Now that we have two children, the time changes are a bit dicey.  It was hairy enough with one kid, but two?  Two schedules to get screwed up?  Ensuring that nobody in the house sleeps?  Torture.

I am happy to report that my boys ROCKED the time change on Saturday night.  They went to bed without incident on Saturday evening, albeit a little later than normal because we were out having a fun day and ended up having a late dinner.  Cannon slept in his crib until about 6am, and Cole didn’t wake up until about 7:30.  It was nice for us all to get a little bit of extra sleep, especially for me since I think I am coming down with a touch of a cold.  Sunday was a good day, good naps were had by all, no tantrums were thrown.  The weather was beautiful.  It was quite a pleasant weekend.

Unfortunately, the good feelin’ didn’t continue Sunday night.  The baby wanted to go to bed earlier than usual,  which meant that he was up at 2:30am.  Cole didn’t go to sleep until after 10:00pm, and he wouldn’t go to sleep in his bed so we just let him sleep with us.  I tried to put him in his bed when I got up at 2:30 to get the baby, but as I was carrying him out the door he farted himself awake and said “noooo Mommy!  I wanna stay in your bed!!”  So I tossed him onto Zac and went to get the baby.  Fortunately we have a king size bed, but still, with two 6′ tall adults, one 3′ tall toddler, and a squirmy infant, it gets a little crowded.

I think next time everyone wakes up in the middle of the night, I’ll just take myself and Cannon to Cole’s empty bed.  Someone might as well sleep in it.  Right?


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