Sleep, Sleep, Sleep

I've always been the one to fall asleep first, no matter where I was. I would be the one, at college, retreating to my room long before others. Which meant that I was the one up by 8 am on Saturday morning, grocery shopping and homework done before my roommates would wake.

Lately, I've really started appreciating this. Call it my advanced age (hee!) or just more of settling into who I am, but I love it. Sammy goes to bed around 7 or 7:30 every night. Because of this, Isaac and I get several hours to ourselves until we finally go to bed, usually around 10ish. Everyone is up by 6:30 (Isaac usually earlier) and my house is clean for the day and everything ready to go by 11 at the LATEST. Every morning.

There has been grumbling about the time change since there have been time changes. And I'm not a huge fan of it, either. I wish we would just pick one and stay on it. But this winter change is a little tougher. Not because it's dark when I get up, because I really do love that, but because I have a 4 year old who doesn't GET TIME. So our perfectly laid out schedule goes out the window for about a week as we try to massage things back into place. And I really do hate that. I wish I could convince him that there WAS a change and it represents more time to shutter ourselves in from the world and indulge in my hermit fantasy instead of dealing with a cranky little boy fighting everything he normally would not.

But schedules return and this dark, to be honest, somewhere, it lets me feel like I'm still that girl who goes to sleep first and gets up first and has the day to look forward to while everyone else sleeps it away. I guess that is worth the toddler fight for a week, now that it's all over. Of course, we'll just have to do it all again in the spring...


(sleep to dream, fiona apple)