{"id":61,"date":"2005-04-03T13:10:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-03T13:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=61"},"modified":"2005-04-03T13:10:00","modified_gmt":"2005-04-03T13:10:00","slug":"daylight-savings-sucks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2005\/04\/03\/daylight-savings-sucks\/","title":{"rendered":"Daylight savings sucks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve always liked the idea of daylight savings time. In my pre-children life (there was such a thing?) I argued that gaining an hour of daylight for the entire summer was worth the shock of having to get up in the dark again for a while, and losing that hour of sleep. I would have said that if I were able to change anything, it would be nice if we could lose the hour in the middle of the afternoon on Friday while I&#8217;m at work, rather than in the middle of the night on a weekend.<\/p>\n<p>This year, I have been nothing short of pathetic in my anticipation of daylight savings time. The boys have been waking up on average around 5:30 am every day, going so far as to wake at 4:30 am (for the day, mind you) two days this week. For weeks, I have had daylight savings day circled on my calendar with stars, happy faces and bouncy trails of Zzzzzzzs painted in the little square. For one magical day, I would be heaved into the day to see a perfectly reasonable 6:00 or 6:15 am on the digital readout of my bedside clock, and I would be satisfied with the sham. For that magical day, I would not glance up at the clock after my fourth cup of coffee, our third viewing of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/B000087EYL\/ref=pd_sxp_elt_l1\/002-8186404-6719219\">The Knights of Sir Fix-A-Lot<\/a>, and after chasing Simon out of the cupboards for the ninth time, and weep to see it was not even 7:00 am yet.<\/p>\n<p>Not friggin&#8217; likely.<\/p>\n<p>I guess it was partially my own doing. I went out to dinner with some friends last night, and I didn&#8217;t get home until nearly 11:00 pm. By the time I reset the clocks and crawled into bed, it was already after midnight EDT. But, I remained optimistic that I would get at least 6 hours sleep. Optimism sucks.<\/p>\n<p>4:30 am EDT (that&#8217;s 3:30 EST, if you&#8217;ve lost track already), Simon wakes crying. I tell him in no uncertain terms that we are NOT getting up. After 20 minutes of rocking, he goes back to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>5:30 am EDT, Tristan wanders in. Too pathetic to protest, I simply open the covers and invite him in. He has had a fever on and off for the last two days, and since our scare with a febrile seizure in December, we don&#8217;t mess around with fevers. He is hot, and I stagger off in search of some tylenol for him.  By the time I crawl back into bed we are both wide awake. After much snuggling, we are both on the cusp of drowsy when&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>5:50 am EDT, Simon calls out. He hasn&#8217;t mastered the words yet, but it is quite clear he is placing his room service order for some <em>lait de mama<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Let me do the math (takes off socks and counts on fingers and toes) &#8211; that&#8217;s 5, maybe 5 and a 1\/4 hours sleep in total, give or take. Ugh. Safe to say, the daylight savings renewal plan was a bust. Anybody have any other bright ideas on how to keep a one year old and a three year old from waking at ungodly hours?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve always liked the idea of daylight savings time. In my pre-children life (there was such a thing?) I argued that gaining an hour of daylight for the entire summer was worth the shock of having to get up in the dark again for a while, and losing that hour of sleep. I would have &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2005\/04\/03\/daylight-savings-sucks\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Daylight savings sucks&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-61","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=61"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=61"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=61"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=61"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}