|This is how the time change makes me feel. (Sorry, India!)|
This time change kills me every year.
Every. Single. Year. I spend the first week after the spring forward feeling like I've lost an hour each day. I stagger around all discombobulated, not quite sure which direction is up.
I know I am not alone in this. I see you reaching for another cup of coffee. I do.
The fall back gets me up a little earlier and gives me a boost, even though the dark end of day kind of sucks the life out of me. But losing an hour in the morning, ohh, it pains me.
The kids would be all cracked out today but for the fact that we took them to New Jersey for the weekend and they were so tired and off-schedule that this morning must've seemed normal to them. Unlike their parents, they weren't all bleary-eyed.
Shockingly, Jordan, who never wants to go to school, was even rather temperate this morning.
Every weekday he hopefully asks, "Is it a stay-home day?"
And instead of saying, "I fucking wish!" I say things like, "No, honey, it's a school day. You have to go to school and Daddy and I have to go to work..."
And then he argues with me. I kind of like the blind faith that if you insist hard enough, you can make it so.
Alas, this works not with time.
Today I said, "It's a school and work day. Daddy would like to stay home and I would like to stay home and India would like to stay home and you would like to stay home. But we all have to go. So please be nice to Daddy, because he would really like to stay home, too, and he can't."
I don't know if this sunk in, or if he was just feeling more reasonable, but we didn't get the squawking stalling bawling that we often get in the every damn morning.
On Saturday night I posted the following to Facebook: In NJ with Nick's family. India loves brie and pâté. Jordan hates all food that isn't waffles. The clocks turn back tomorrow. That's all I've got.
Aaaaand was informed that in fact, they go forward. Fall back! Spring forward! I knew that, I did, but maybe not so much after a couple glasses of wine and really, we're lucky Nick was in charge of the clocks.
I sort of feel like that Saturday post might sum up my week. We'll see...