Daylight Savings

Since having had children, we have experienced exactly 7 Daylight Savings time changes. This is the first I can recall ever having to deal with fallout from the shift.

You always hear that you ‘gain an hour’ when Daylight Savings ends in the fall and you ‘lose an hour’ when Daylight Savings begins in the spring, but when you have kids, the opposite is true. (Well, at least if you don’t have anywhere to be early the morning after the spring time change.)

It’s all about waking up in the morning.

In the fall, you put the kids to bed, set clocks back and go to bed yourself. When you wake up and the clocks read 6:00 a.m., your body feels like it’s 7:00 a.m. Voila! Extra hour of sleep.

Except, HOLD ON THERE, BUCKO. Because your toddler totally wakes up their normal body-clock time of 6:00 a.m. and you look at the clock and weep because, lo, the clock reads 5:00, and you find yourself having to survive an entire extra hour that day before crawling back into bed again at night.

Then comes the spring, where you put the kids to bed at their normal time. Instead of their waking up at the normal ‘clock time’ of 6:00 a.m., they “sleep in” until 7:00. It’s all a mind game, but it is glorious to trick your brain into believing that you actually got more sleep.

Reading that back to myself, it makes no sense, but trust me – it works in practice. I would much rather spring forward. Also? There is sunshine after dinner. Cue the Hallelujah Chorus.

The only fallout (as mentioned in the first paragraph), per se, is the whole Going To Bed thing the night following the spring time change. We waited until 7:30 last night to start Graham’s bedtime routine, but it still felt like 6:30. Andy got Graham to bed just after 8:00, but yeah… still felt early. (Plus, Graham usually takes about an hour to fall asleep on any given night, so….)

About 8:45 is when the calls started coming from upstairs.

It started as a potty break, but as I went to tuck Graham back into bed, he started thinking aloud.

“When I throw up, I call for Mommy and Daddy, and then I get to watch T.V.!” “Uh… yeah, that happened a few months ago, didn’t it?” “Uh huh. So, throwing up is for watching T.V.!” “Um, no. You throw up when you’re sick. And you’re not sick. That only happens every once in a while.”

Cue the frowny face. And then, “I wanna get up… I don’t want to go to bed.”

I think Graham was actually thinking through recent successful examples of how he got to get up after having been put to bed. Insomnia must be pretty awful when you’re 3 – to think that throwing up sounds like a better option than continuing to lie in bed and try to sleep!

I got him talked back into bed, but 10 minutes later, he was calling again. I half-wondered if he’d been successful at willing himself to vomit. LOL.

He wanted Daddy this time. I took it easy on him and indulged a late night visit to see Andy, who was downstairs on the phone with HIS dad. Graham was tickled to sit on Daddy’s lap, a bit after 9:00 p.m. our time. Then Andy handed the phone to Graham, and G got to have a conversation with Grandpa Craig.

He was SO excited, can you tell? (Except someone please explain to Graham that we can’t hear him nodding, because that’s been a recent favorite thing to do. Doesn’t work so much over the phone!)

Eventually – and reluctantly – Graham went back to bed after his phone convo. I’m happy to report that he stayed there this time around. This morning I, predictably, had to wake him up for school. Hopefully he’ll have an easier time making the switch tonight!


  1. You could substitute “Charlie” for “Graham” for almost this entire post, including talking to Grandma and Grandpa Sunday night.  He then promptly slept until 8:30 Monday morning (which unemployed Daddy was able to oblige).  We also never knew the “Falling Back” dread until a year and a half ago, but what you wrote completely made sense.


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