I like daylight savings, I really do. I like the feeling of sunshine later into the day - it feels like summer even though Mother Nature will probably dump a shitload of snow on us any day now.
What I don't like is how much it's fucking with my kids' internal clocks. Normally they come in my room and read for a half hour or so, then bedtime at 9:15. I've been letting them stay up closer to 10:00 to help offset the time change.
Tonight not too long after they laid down Amanda came into the living room complaining she couldn't sleep. I sent her away with her drawing pad in hand and told her to draw or write in her journal. No problemo.
Seconds later Brandon appeared in tears.
I've just been laying and laying there and I'm so bored and I can't sleep!!
Are there any books in the bookshelf you haven't read?
(he just finished another 500-pager tonight, I think it took him three days)
No I've read them all.
Smelling a challenge, I browsed our meager bookshelf. I named a few, to which he replied Yes, I've read that one...that one too...yup that one too...*sniff*
Then I found it.
Treasure Fucking Island
Only without the fucking.
No sooner had I said the title than my boy was heading toward me with a huge smile on his face.
I should write a book on this whole single parenting gig - getting my girl to sleep with a drawing pad and my boy to sleep with a book should give me some street cred.
Am I right?!