Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I love daylight savings! Or do I?

I've always been excited to "Spring forward": the extra evening light makes evening gardening possible, and also, drinking a beer on the back patio in the twilight while Steve grills chicken. And it's so much nicer to do my evening commute in daylight. Yes, you lose an hour of sleep in the Spring. But that extra hour of evening light is so worth it. As far as the extra morning darkness, I wouldn't know about that, because I never wake up before 8 a.m. if I can possibly help it. So I very much look forward to DST.

But things are a bit different now. Namely, I have a baby now. And he has not adjusted to daylight savings, nor does he show any inclination to. Why would he? Time means nothing to him! He is entirely a creature of circadian rhythms! His evenings are unchanged!

Never have I felt the relative nature of time, and the arbitrary nature of clocks, more acutely.

Which is to say, Joseph didn't go to sleep until almost 10 p.m. on Sunday night, and 10:30 p.m. last night. That's past my bedtime, people.  I love my baby to little bits, but my patience begins to wear thin around 9 p.m. When you factor in the reality that babies - even the mellowest, nicest babies - are fussy little hellions for the hour or two before bed (and to be totally fair, I am only a little better myself), you can see why this might be a problem.

(Insert cute picture of Joseph looking WIDE AWAKE, as is his wont, here. I may get around to this at some point.)

(Edited to add the following picture, captioned, "I'll sleep when I'm DEAD!")

On the old schedule, wherein Joe went to sleep anytime between 8 p.m. and 9 p.m., depending on his nap schedule, Steve and I got at least an hour or so of quiet evening time to watch Mad Men. (In theory, this is "couple time" but we are often too exhausted to actually speak to each other. Welcome to new parenthood.)

Gone. Kaputz. No more. It's now all baby, all the time, in our house.

There's another problem. I don't have an alarm clock. Or, to be more exact, Joe is my alarm clock. When he gets up in the morning, I wake up. This arrangement is usually very satisfactory in that I maximize my time spent sleeping in the morning (a priority for me), but Joe can be relied on not to sleep much past 8 a.m.*, so I usually get to work at a reasonable hour. (I'm lucky that my job does not have a hard start time.)

Not so these past few days! 9 a.m. is the new 8 a.m. So I've been straggling into work late (even for me) for the past couple of days. Late, and really tired (because my baby is keeping me up past my bedtime). Not cool.

So okay, I'll just sit down with the kid and explain the situation, right?: "Joseph, I would just like to point out that waking me up in the morning** is your only job, besides wrecking our living room (great work on that, by the way!). I would appreciate it if you would take this role more seriously. Thanks, honey!"

I'll let you know how that goes. Meanwhile, if you need me, check the back patio - I'm probably asleep in my beer.

* If you're paying attention, you may notice that I usually go to bed at 10:30 p.m. and wake up around 8 a.m. This is true. However, it does not mean that I actually sleep for 9.5 hours. Why? Well may you ask. Well, Joseph still breastfeeds at night. More or less all night. A topic for another post. Meanwhile, if you want to hear me laugh maniacally, all you have to do is ask "So, is your baby sleeping through the night yet?"

** But please see former memoranda regarding how your parents are not morning people; thus, anything before 7 a.m. is considered to be the middle of the night.


  1. Oh my god, I was thinking the same thing - I thought I love to spring forward but hoo boy not this year.

  2. We're totally confused about daylight savings over here. DST plus traveling equals wacky baby schedule. For example, it's past his bedtime in every time zone right now and he's wide awake being bounced on his grandfather's knee. Back to reality next week...

  3. "It's past his bedtime in every time zone." I definitely need to quote you on that one! Anne can attest that last night, Joe was up past his bedtime in Hawaii.


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