The craziness started last night. Benjamin refused to go to bed before midnight. He wasn’t fussy, just antsy. And adorable. He was rolling around on the carpet chewing on carrot sticks while Josh and I watched The Twilight Zone. But it ended well; he slept like an angel all night.
The insanity continued when Olivia slept in ’til 10:30 a.m.
Benjamin doesn’t normally go to bed at 11, and Olivia doesn’t normally get up at 9:30. So I’m not sure why this happened. But it did. And I blame Daylight Savings Time.
Not that I’m particularly mad that Olivia slept in. Or that Benjamin slept like an angel.
But then comes 4:30 this afternoon. I was in the Old Navy dressing room trying to squeeze into some size eight flirty jeans when my cell phone rings. It was Josh.
“Oh no, you didn’t come home early, did you?”
(Because, see, I had his key.)
(Because, see, Benjamin ate/hid/threw away my entire keyring.)
(Including the Smoky Mountain key chain from our honeymoon.)
“Huh?”
“Are you home?”
“Yes.”
“Why? It’s only 4:30!”
(And you can see where this is going.)
(It ends with Josh spending the next half an hour sitting outside our apartment while I rush the kids home from the mall.)
(Leaving the flirty jeans behind.)
(Turns out I’m not a size eight anymore.)
(Can I blame Daylight Savings Time?)
Thus concludes my bi-annual How-I-Screwed-Up-The-Clocks Post.
And you thought you’d be able to avoid Daylight Saving Time problems by moving to Indiana…
I’d blame DST, too. 🙂 Thankfully, my little guy doesn’t seem phased by it. But, I lived in FEAR that I’d oversleep / forget to set the clocks forward, and show up to sing at church an hour after service had already started. So . . . .I set a reminder in outlook about a week ago to remind me to move the clocks on Saturday afternoon!!!
I feel ya sister. Turns out I am not a size 10 anymore! Well, at least we got cute babies out of the deal (and maybe there’s still hope for cute flirty jeans?)
PS those jeans ARE cute. Now I want to go shopping!