Dreading Daylight Savings

When we bought our house almost three years ago, the old owners did not leave us the instruction booklets for the security system. I tried to locate some but then got distracted and, to this day, we have never had them. Because of this, for part of the year the clock on our alarm display is wrong.

This type of thing normally bothers me. I tend to struggle with things being out of place like that. It actually gives me some comfort, though, when I get up in the middle of the night to feed the baby and come back in our bedroom to see the time glowing and realizing it is an hour ahead. Obviously the time doesn't actually change when I see it, but in that tired moment it makes me feel better about my exhaustion.

Unfortunately, someone recently pointed out that we will soon have a time change due to daylight savings time. As a human, I hate daylight savings time but as a mother, I am not sure I will survive it. I understand the idea behind daylight savings time, but I still despise it. It seems like such a great thing in the fall when we "fall back" but in the spring that "springing ahead" is torture.

As a human, I hate daylight savings time. As a mother, I am not sure I will survive it.

My 4-year-old already acts like a teenager when it comes to sleep. He does not want to go to bed at night but he is too exhausted to get up in the morning. Now I will have to try to get him to do both an hour earlier. I do not see either going well.

The other part I find terribly unsettling is that we actually lose an hour. I, like most people, do not feel like I have an hour to lose. I already feel like there are not enough hours in the day and now I am losing one. The rational side of me knows that it is one hour of one day and we will eventually get it back when the time changes again in the fall, but the tired mother of an infant side of me knows that hour will come from my precious time for sleep, which is already pretty limited. That part of me wants to scream.

I know I will spend the first two weeks after the time change thinking things like, "My alarm is saying it is 6:00 am but I know it is actually 5:00 am" because that is what I always do. As if it isn't bad enough that the time changed, I have to rub it in... to myself. I am already exhausted just thinking about it. I would much rather they eliminate the occasional Monday if they must play with time. Okay, I know that does not make any sense but wouldn't it be nice?

As with all uncomfortable things, I know we will survive. But for now, I am going to wallow in my exhaustion.

Salt in the microwave

Yesterday, my husband opened the microwave and the salt shaker was inside. He was surprised, but I was relieved. I had been looking for that and was going crazy wondering where it went after I used it at dinner the night before.

That just about sums up how tired I am. It's been months since I've had any significant sleep or slept for more than three hours in a stretch. I have given up on catching up with the DVR. I would choose sleeping over eating right now. And I love eating.

I am so tired that I actually did a Google search recently to see if you could die of exhaustion. (It turns out that it is possible, although unlikely. You have a good chance of becoming delirious, though, which explains a lot.)