Sunshine on my shoulders...makes me sleepy

I love daylight savings. Once I get used to it. "Springing forward” proved especially hard this year.

The boys went to a slumber party Saturday night, so Warren and I went out for sushi and a movie. When the movie ended, we were debating whether we should go to the Hi-Tone or go home. “What time is it?” Warren asked me. I looked at my phone and it read 10:38. “Dang, I knew the movie was long, but I didn’t know it was FOUR HOURS long,” I said.

It didn’t take us long to figure out that our phone prematurely sprang forward and it was only 9:38. However, we still opted to go home. Turns out it was a good thing because I had my first ever “attack of the sushi” and was up most of the night with severe stomach pains.

Fast forward to Sunday morning and we were thirty minutes late for the 10:30am pick up of the kids. (It was *really* only 9:30 which is early when you’ve been writing in pain all night!) As we drove home, I explained to Satchel that we had set our clocks forward and that it was *really* ten and not eleven. He laughed and said, “That’s so silly, why would you do that?” Then I had to explain that it was just us, but everybody who did it.

When we got home, Warren and I spent most of the day doing yard work while the boys played outside, watched TV, colored, and ate everything in the house. I personally moved two giant mounds of compost and bagged 320 gallons more. Just when I thought I had finished with my portion of the work, and was headed inside to put my feet up and bandage my blistered hands, Warren pointed out the giant tree stump which was in the way of where we were relocating our willow tree (that was formerly residing on top of the sewer line).

Removing a stump is no small feat. I got to see Warren use a chainsaw, a hatchet, three different kids of shovels, and a couple of other things that I don’t know the names of. I assisted as best I could, but four hours later (stump removed and tree re-planted), it was clear who had really over-exerted himself with yard work and who should not complain about her blisters. (We did agree that it was okay to complain about the dude my mom paid to supposedly de-stump and then sod our yard two years ago as a house warming present!)

The extra hour of daylight allowed us to work even longer than we might have, and by the time we put the kids to bed, we were ready to go to bed too. Needless to say, today was the first time we have missed Jiro’s 8am speech therapy appointment. Since it was *really* at 7am (and still dark!) we didn’t stand a chance! Warren and I consider it a victory that we got out of bed at all.

I figure in a day or two I’ll stop thinking about what time it really is, and really start enjoying my extra daylight hours.