Last year when I was moaning about the time change throwing me, my friend Annie said she’d put her kids to bed 6 minutes later each night to get them used to it the week before. I thought I’d try it this year – but, umm. Well, first I forgot that the change was coming, and second, my kid’s bedtime sort of varies by how attentive Dan and I are to the fact that IT IS bedtime and we need to be pushing the wet noodle up hill now. (You know, the bath/book/bed noodle, with it’s many twists, like theological questions that should be addressed, story discussions, needing a drink of water, having to go to the bathroom again, and the all time favorite, let’s start the bed time ritual after winning a computer game, it’s mean to break it up in the middle.)
But last night was a choir concert/deaconess food snack at church. So we all stayed up later than usual, even for a time change night. Then K woke up at the new 6:00 hungry, and the morning went on as usual, only the clock said we weren’t late.
I know poison hour will be worse than it was last week. But right now, this morning feels comfy. Especially since B has the “How to Train your Dragon” soundtrack cd out from the library and is playing it in the kitchen.