***I wrote this blog post a week ago and I’m just now getting around to publishing it.****
I used to celebrate the end of daylight savings time every year because it meant that I could sleep in an hour later. Now, as a parent of three tiny people, I hate it. HATE IT!!!!!! Why? Anyone who has children already knows the answer to this but for the rest of you, I’ll explain it. Because kids were invented by God to wake their parents up at unholy hours of the day. AND! They have no respect for the end of daylight savings time.
My five month old – who NEVER sleeps, used to wake up between 5 am and 5:30 am every morning. This was tolerable. And then, daylight savings time ended. This morning she woke up at 4:00 and made it very clear that not only was she done sleeping, so was I.
I tried everything! The swing. Playing lullabyes. Everything! She would not go back to sleep. So, I stumbled out of bed and started my day. At 4 fricking A.M!
The silver lining to all of this is the amount of things I accomplished while I was awake. I drank an entire pot of coffee by myself.
Did laundry and dishes. Burned a loaf of pumpkin bread in the oven – not on purpose. In my delirious state of exhaustion I set the oven to the convection settings instead of the regular settings.
Side note: Why the hell are there so many settings on an oven? Sure, if you actually cook they might come in handy but for me, the oven is a place I use to store all of the kitchen stuff I promise my husband I’ll use daily when in fact I only use it once and then hide it inside the oven.
I also made zucchini chips, packed lunches, drank a second pot of coffee and took my kids to school. I’d love to tell you that I plan on napping later but that all depends on the five month old.
***Update: I’m still not sleeping. Still drinking way too much coffee and still way too productive for my health.***