Time changed Saturday night. Here in central Indiana, we “spring” forward one hour for daylight savings time in the spring, and “fall” back one hour in the fall.
For an already sleep challenged child, this can spell disaster.
Saturday nights are fairly difficult as is, because Keith is home. Because Keith works nights Monday through Friday, Little Man and I have our own little nighttime routine. It’s unique, it’s unusual, I’m sure most people would look at it and think I’m nuts, but it works well for us. But on Saturdays, Keith is home, and he wants to do bedtime, and he wants to do it his way. So we were already going against the flow.
Then, essentially, LM was going to sleep (finally) an hour later than he should have. So, about 11:00 pm. Well, he woke up around 1:00 am with growing pains in his hips. That took about an hour to work out. Then he woke up around 6:00 wanting dry pajamas, cold milk and to cuddle with mama. He fell back to sleep about 7:00 and slept until about 9:00.
We were supposed to start a new class at church at 9:00.
So we went to the late service, ran to buy a birthday gift, hit a drive through, went to a birthday party at a gymnastics place, and came home for a nap.
Overtired child + no Saturday nap + time change = night terror at nap. He hasn’t had one of those in a long time, and this one was a doozy. Twenty minutes of sound asleep hysterical terror filled screams. Fun times.
Bedtime last night wasn’t much better, but he slept through the night, until about 8:30 this morning. But then he wasn’t hungry until around 11, which is normally 10, which is normally breakfast, but now it’s lunch.
So we had breakfast? Lunch? Brunch? At 11:00. Ham & cheese and leftover mashed potatoes from last night.
I wonder what the rest of the day will bring.
Oh, and as is popular on facebook today, #ihatedst.
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