Dear Helen,
Remember all those times I told you how awesome you were because you knew about and seemed to enjoy sleep? You surely remember all those days that I had to wake you up before I went to work so I could feed you. Well, I suppose payback is hell. Almost two weeks into Daylight Savings Time and yet you still refuse to acknowledge the time change. I love you dearly, but I would really like you to sleep until at least 6:30 each day. And please tell your brother to do the same.
Love,
Mommy
PS: I wrote this post on Wednesday night, prior to going out of town on a business trip. I was confident that I did not need to set an alarm that night, so I didn't. I woke up at 6:37. My cap was scheduled to arrive at 6:50. Not good. I woke Connor up on my way out the door to say good-bye and left Helen sleeping.
Yeah, f#@& DST. Teo was waking up at 4:#@&ing30 for a good 10 days. I think we've turned a corner, though. (Back to 6:00, an improvement, but 630 or even 7 would be nicer, even for the not-morning parent.)
ReplyDeleteI think that there should be a taxi service run by loving grandma's that comes to people's homes with kids who wake up at horrendously early times and plucks them out of bed and off to a play land or diner or something so the parents can sleep in. I'd pay a lot for that.
ReplyDeleteMurphy's law that Helen didn't get up when you didn't set your alarm!
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