It is just one measly little hour and yet it seems to have this drastic affect on everyone in my family. Who knew I would miss one extra hour of sleep? Who knew going to bed a little earlier would be no help at all? Who knew I would be this tired? I think I'm crankier than the kids are, and they are pretty cranky.
I suppose I can't place all of the blame on springing ahead one hour. The weather hasn't been much of a help.
Don't get me wrong, the weather yesterday was near perfection. It was 65 degrees and sunny. It was so beautiful that I decided to take my first outdoor run in about 5 months. Not only that but I took Molly along with me to see how she would do as a running partner. After the first few blocks I was ready to turn around and return Molly to the house. She was so confused as to why I was running. She didn't understand how to follow me around turns. She wanted to chase every bird and squirrel she saw. And every car we passed freaked her out (which is weird considering she has a strange urge to chase cars down our street every once in a while). But, after the first mile she was finally getting the hang of it.
Then we hit mile two and three and the silly dog was pooped. This, the same dog that chases our snowmobile across the whole lake up north five times without stopping. Every ten seconds I had to tug the leash and encourage her to keep up. It was exhausting. My nice stress-relieving run turned into a freaking struggle. I hate it when that happens.
Anyway, we made it back. And after that it was play time. The kids were outside from a little before 11 in the morning until after 6 at night. They only came in to go to the bathroom. Their neighborhood friends came over and it was party time in our backyard.
But, by the end of the day after dinner was eaten the kids were so tired that they could barely make it up the stairs to bed. This morning it was a bear getting them out of bed. Even Tommy, who loathes sleep, wanted a little more time to sleep.
The weather today makes the exhaustion even worse as it is dark and rainy. The perfect kind of day for cuddling up with a big, thick blanket and going to sleep. But, there is no rest for the weary. Errands were run, groceries were bought and put away, lunches were made, sheets were changed, closets were cleaned of too small clothes to donate, homework was done, a bath is being run for a little girl with a cold, and dinner is being made. Then when all the dinner dishes are cleaned and put away off I go to chorus rehearsal for three hours. I think I may need to make myself some more coffee.
How are you handling the loss of an hour? Did you get any outdoorsy fun this weekend? Are you suffering from this dratted daylight savings time, or am I the only wimp?