Daylights Saving Time weekend is here and you know what that means: spring forward, my friends. Each year it seems that it comes earlier and earlier, too. But it doesn't, that's just me thinking of pre-2007 days when DST used to start about four to five weeks later.
Each year I dread the start of this time, even though the daylight will last longer and it can only mean the arrival of spring. Yay! What kills me is the one hour less sleep that affects my body like a truck running over me would (I imagine, not that I've ever been hit by a truck, thankfully). But this year I'm dreading the start of Daylight Saving Time even more because this year I have my little guy. I love him, but I know this weekend is going to suck way more because now I have to take into consideration my baby. Here are five ways I know that as a parent, the start of DST is even WORSE:
1. This year, it's not going to be just my husband and I who suffer the negative effects of DST … our little man, Sebastian, is also going to suffer with us. Oh boy.
2. Babies don't know that you need an extra hour of sleep. No, Sebastian's wake-up time is his wake-up time, he's like an alarm clock. And even though it's probably going to be an hour later, I wish he'd try to sleep an extra two!
3. Bedtime is going to be a nightmare! Sebastian is 10 months old now, and since he's been more active, it's been harder and harder to put him down at night–he just wants to keep playing and practicing all his new-found skills! I know, super cute, but not come Sunday night when I need him to go to sleep at his regular time and he'll probably refuse because it's too early. Cue the horrible Monday.
4. The baby's meal schedule I'm sure is going to be a mess. Ay, ay, ay. I can't even think about this right now because Sebastian has been getting so much harder to feed since he wants to keep playing and crawling.
5. Cranky mom and dad is going to mean cranky baby. It's been scientifically proven that time changes create major upheaval in adults, from crankiness, sleepiness, to more possibilities of a heart attack. And that can only mean one thing: His parents are going to be a mess, and by extension, poor Sebastian is going to be a cranky mess.
How many more months until the time falls back? Ha!
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