I Hate Daylight Savings, A Chronicle of Days

Have they not studied physics? There is a specific quantity of daylight for each day of the year. Mother Nature in her infinite wisdom, gives us more or less, depending on the season, and our unique latitude. We as mere mortals can not make more daylight. When we set our clocks, backwards, forwards, round and round, it’s all just a game in our own heads.

I for one hate this game. As does probably anyone else who arranges their day according to dawn and dusk. We had a nice routine going, and now it’s all fucked.

In fact, that’s what I wanted to write about, routine. But as soon as I started thinking about it, I got all pissed off, because– the wound is still fresh. Three days in, and I have yet to adjust to the clock settings. My Man says, “what do you think the world should revolve around you and your own little sense of time?” Well! My body follows the time set by the sun, thank you very much, and yes, I think in fact the world does revolve around it.

But, anyway. Routine. Yes. Gina at Clutterpunk just did a great post about their Rhythm of Life, and I was inspired to share ours. Like Gina, I feel pleased at whatever bits of routine or rhythm we can scrape up. Like a clean table, routine soothes my mind. And it’s obvious it does the same for the kidlets.

So, before the g*%*@*nmed time change, our routine was as so:

The Little Guy wakes me up at about 5:15. I make my coffee and we sit down for a little morning brain exercise. I take mine typically in the form of perusing the day’s posts in my fancy pants new blog reader (Vienna), while Little Guy sits in his high chair with a tray full of interesting kitchen items. For anyone who hasn’t discovered this yet, jar rings make fab-tabulous baby toys. When he starts to fuss, I close the computer and play with him a bit, then I don whatever carrier is at hand, and we go out for a walk. We don’t go that far, usually. Maybe a half mile. I am loving this little, gentle morning walk. It’s great to open your eyes up to the quiet morning world. Then we come back, I swaddle that baby boy up, and put him into the stroller. Around the block usually puts him to sleep. I know this is a bit weird, the double walk. But I tried a few mornings just strollering the whole walk, and I really missed the closeness of carrying him. Morning is our best time together, just him and me and I try to focus on him as much as I can. But then I want him to have his morning nap in the stroller, not on me, because then I can park him in the backyard and he sleeps pretty good. So…. we do it this weird way, and it works.

Mornings are critical for me. If I get a good morning, I can conquer the world. If before my coffee has soaked in and my brain cells congregated, I have to weather a fussy Babe, a Toddler who wakes up an hour early, a cranky Hubby, or god forbid, anything goes wrong with that first cuppa, I can never really recover until I’ve had another sleep.

On good days the Babe’s back asleep by 7 AM. This is my moment. I group my thoughts together and write. If all goes well, he sleeps for 45 minutes or so, and by that time the Toddler is just about woken up. Then he sits in his swing in her room and watches with captivation while she eats her morning granola (homemade of course). Sometimes I sneak in a little extra computer time while she’s entertaining him and everyone’s distracted, but it’s not usually worth much.

I’ve been doing pretty good with my lessening of computer time. Realistically, that first window is the only time I can focus enough to enjoy writing or even reading. When I steal time throughout the day, it tends to be too random and broken up to be enjoyable anyway… Doesn’t mean I don’t do it, but I’ve been pretty good.

Between 8 and 10 is kind of a blur of getting My Man up and out the door, feeding everybody breakfast, cleaning up whatever I can manage it, and getting me plus kiddos ready for our morning outing. That last is said so lightly.

Ah, leaving the house.

Why is it that the house has to be like a vat of mud that we are all always quagmired in it? Breaking the surface tension of our front door is so ridiculously hard. I would never perservere if I didn’t fear outright psychosis otherwise. It is time consuming to get together everything necessary for one adult and two little people. The diapers, the water bottles, the snacks, the extra pants in case he has a shit explosion, the sun hats in case it’s bright, the sweaters in case the wind picks up. Not to mention where is my purse, and who took my wallet out and shook it upside down, why aren’t my keys in here and damn I forgot to charge my phone.

But it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have a Babe ready for his next nap squalling in one ear, and a Toddler’s loud refusal to put clothes on in the other. I just don’t understand why the she has to fight me on this one, since she always loves our outings once we’re out. I guess it’s part of her exerting her Self on the world. And that the concept of the future has not fully sunk into her budding brain yet.

But, by 10-ish, kicks and screams aside, we are usually heading out. Mondays and usually Wednesdays we go to the Parenting Center (a kind of play/resource center) for a music class and crafts, respectively. Tuesdays we often go to the farmer’s market. Other days we might bike to the community garden, or do our grocery shopping. Sometimes we go to the park and just goof off in the big oaks. Another favorite is the Children’s Library, which is about a mile away, and coincidentally a block away from my favorite place to get chocolate croissants, blueberry tarts, eclairs, peach danish…. ummm, oh. Where was I?

Oh yes. Our outing. I try to get home by noonish. So we can get lunch in our bellies at a reasonable time. Then the Babe has been blessing me with an afternoon nap, or very admirable length, somewhere’s round after lunch time. Some days I waste some time online and regret it. Some days I actually get some cleaning done. One thing that’s been great since the Babe started having coherent naps, is having a little time to spend with the Toddler, just she and me.

I’ve been on a real less-movies push lately. I was getting completely disgusted with myself for letting it get to where it had gotten. I would let her watch her afternoon movie, thinking that would be all for the day. But then at some point before dinner, under Hubby’s watch, she’d end up plugged in again. Totaling sometimes three hours a day. It makes me gag just to write it.

So, since I don’t have any control over what happens in the late afternoon (that’s his time, and I can’t tell him what to do with it), the only choice was to nix the after lunch movie. Of course, that was my break since she doesn’t nap, and it was hard to deprive myself. Especially at first. But I started by changing my coffee expectation. I normally would have my afternoon cup in front of the computer, reading y’alls blogs. Instead, I’ve been trying to circumvent any request for a movie by reading to her while I have my cuppa. More on the movie weaning in another post.

In the time between lunch and Papa-gets-home (4 or 4:30), I waver between being a good girl and reading to my daughter and then cleaning the house; doing some project on my endless list; or blowing it all and trying to get the Toddler distracted enough that I can steal some computer time, like a true junkie.

By the time My Man walks through the door, it’s just about time to start dinner. As plain old adults** we used to eat dinner at 7, 7:30 or even often 8:00. With the Toddler, we didn’t need to change that too terribly much, since she always used to go to bed fairly late. But in the last six months, a lot has changed. The Toddler’s 8:00 sharp bedtime, for one. Which has been one of the best things we’ve done all year. It does mean we have to start the bedtime ritual at 7:30, which means the after dinner wiggles have to be gotten out by then. Which means we have to have eaten by at least 6:30. Then, after a a few weeks of the Babe screaming all through dinner, because that’s his fussiest time of day, and he’s tired and just wants to go to sleep ridiculously early, I finally caught a clue and shifted our dinnertime to (a goal of) 5:30. We still don’t usually make it to table till about 6. That’s pretty amazing by my standard. It means I have to start thinking dinner at a time of day that starts with a four. Big mind-bender.

Round about 5:00 is usually my own personal meltdown time. I know kids often melt down at this time of day too, but I mean me, my own grown up self, everything tends to go to hell. It’s the time of day when I realize,

“Fuck. I really need to start dinner now. But I never did _______, or ________, or even ______!”

One of those blanks is always clean the house, even when I did clean the house. I mean I do some every day, but it’s never enough. So at five, when I realize I’ve got to start dinner, I look around and see the kitchen is still a wreck, the dishes need to be done, there’s four interrupted projects helter-skelter on every flat surface, and I forgot to thaw any fish.

It’s a real low point. In the bright shiny morning, everything seems possible. When I survey the wreckage of our house, I feel strong, capable. The mental lists abound, every item eagerly awaiting it’s check-off moment. I can do it all! Today’s the day!

But 5:00 is my moment of reckoning. My truthing point. I can’t do it all. Because I didn’t, and I never do. And how am I supposed to? How do people? What am I doing wrong?

In a rush I throw together something nutritious, yet savory. Because I’m hurrying, and feeling depressed, I leave a wake of even more mess. When dinner is over, all I want to do is go straight to bed. My day is over, I failed. And in fact, bed is where I have to go, to put the Babe to sleep. But I do get back up, because I haven’t sunk so low as to go to bed at 7:00. In moments of strength, I will wash the dishes while My Man puts the Toddler to sleep. Other moments will see me back here, sucking from the tit of eternal possibility.

After the Toddler’s down, My Man and I spend half an hour or so debriefing. Sometimes I stay up to watch a movie with him, and pretty much always regret it. Because when that 5 AM hour rolls around, I mourn every hour of sleep I missed.

My five o’click “cocktail hour” notwithstanding, when my head hits the pillow, at 8:30 or 9, I do have a moment of hope and optimism.


Ahhhhh….. Tomorrow will be The Day. Tomorrow I will do it all.

** Did you ever read the Maurice Sendak books A Hole is to Dig, and Open House for Butterflies? If not, find them, they are awesome. The latter has a line, “A baby makes a mom and dad, before that they’re just plain people.”

14 thoughts on “I Hate Daylight Savings, A Chronicle of Days

  1. awesome quote – i hadn’t read that sendak.

    so, this post reminds me of your guilt post at subsist/resist – a lot of parenting is like that, but i think the most frenzied time is the one you’re in. deep breaths! good luck and supportive thoughts…

  2. oh CJ, please don’t get down on yourself because some arsehole at the maternity hospital forgot to pack your baby’s manual and SuperMamma uniform.

    I’m not gunna ‘should’ all over you, but please stay posted and my blog soon (or I should say, sheeet, within a month maybe!) will have a flow of our day on it. I acheive a lot less than this, my dear, and ya know what? I don’t give a crap about expectations. So long as we’re all well fed, and there’s no build up of vomit or feacal matter, then feck it, I did alright!

    1. all hail no vomit build up! actually, i reallllly need to mop our floors. almost never do it, and i believe some whitish looking spots that have been there for quite some time now might be spit-up. does milky baby spit-up count as vomit? not really, right?
      oh, and i am subscribed to your bloggee-poo, m’dear. right there in my offline reader. i am esp liking having a “reader” for occasional bloggers such as yourself, cuz i don’t have to remember to check in.

  3. I am with you, sister, on the problems with the afternoon toddler movie. I got Youngest Child through that by taking the less popular afternoon preschool spots.
    I had one daughter who’s favorite movie was “The Fox and the Hound” alternating with “The Little Mermaid.” Both insipid choices. And she wanted to watch one each day. So we switched to listening to “books on tape/cd” like Jim Weiss’ “Fairytale Favorites.” I made it into quiet time on the couch or bed. Quiet toys, the story and sometimes, it even turned into a Toddler Nap – Heaven!
    She’s 19 now so we all survived. Still loves that “Fox and Hound” though.

    As long as people are fed, cleaned and healthy, it’s all good.

    1. we’ve tried to get her into books on tape, and, as much as she loves reading books, she has not been into just listening. i’ll keep trying though, eventually it’ll stick.

  4. Hiya From Central Australia, CAn I share with you something that has been a mental health winner for me here in a remote part of Australia? With no family within atleast 1000km we rely on our women friends to keen sanity a possibility,. One way we’ve done that is to pick a friend (the beloved Kylie in my case) and once a week we cook for each other. We are both mothers of 3 kids born within 5 years (don’t recommend it) and can i tell you i LOVE Mondays!? On Mondays i don’t think about dinner ALLL DAY, because it just turns up! Delivered. TaDAA! ANd it’s yummy, different to what my usual repitition is and the kids love the suprise of it. Then on Wednesday, I make an especial effort for our meal as I have to deliver to her family. But its great, because I make sure it’s made first thing in the morning (out of the way) and I know that my family will also be getting something good. So thats TWO meals a week worth looking forward too. We have a no fancy clause and I have turned up with pesto and pasta but it’s always good … because someone else made it!

    ANd a big fat BOOO HISSSSSS to daylight savings from us too….the suns gone down… go to bed for Christ sake!

    1. i would love this. haven’t found a mama friend on that level yet. just really found my first, two at the same time, friends a few weeks ago. started a kid-trade with one, so maybe someday we can build up to dinner trades.

  5. so i’m a cuppa tea in the morning person but recently added another drug into the mix. half a beer in the evening. lovely, relaxes me and keeps me from blaming d for all sorts of crazy nonsense… i’m sure there are healthier ways to cope, but this one works for me right now.

    1. whatever works. half a beer could hardly be blamed for much. what is it about us girls that we do so love to blame our men for “all sorts of crazy nonsense” ie: anything that happens to go wrong in our world…?

  6. Oh dear. I hate daylight savings too. I mean loathe it. My partner loathes it with a passion and I never really understood why until we had children. It seemed pretty silly, pointless, inconvenient even. But now I understand what a truly ridiculous thing it is and what an imposition on the way our bodies naturally adjust to the changing cycles of light.

  7. can i just say that you nearly took the words right out of my mouth. this post is so close to the events and thoughts of my life that it’s almost scary. but refreshing to read that i am not alone. i too have the same 5pm melt down and the impossibility of a peaceful parting from the home, not to mention the battle of the movie time with my daughter and a son who rises, well , with the sun. this is great! i think your life is lovely and since it closely resembles my own, it reminds me, that upon closer examination, my life too is lovely. thank you!

    1. welcome lyndsae!
      “i think your life is lovely and since it closely resembles my own, it reminds me, that upon closer examination, my life too is lovely.”
      i’m so glad! that’s all and everything you can hope for in this weird blogging world. that’s what i do it for. well… and the fact that i’m addicted and couldn’t stop if i tried.

  8. Oh your post made me laugh out loud! I am right there with you – the baby, the toddler, the 5 o’clock meltdown. it’s 4:49pm here and what am i doing? reading blogs of course… Some days it’s all i can do to count the hours until the toddler’s bedtime. You know it’s a bad day when you start counting and there’s still 9 hours to go!

    1. welcome to company, jo! there’s quite a few of us commiserating around here. it’s nice to have neighbors, even if they live on another continent…

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