I’ve been pinning my hopes on today: the end of Daylight Savings Time. “I only have to make it a couple more weeks,” I insisted to my husband. “Once we fall back, things will be easier.”
When Philip was sick for over a month, it really messed up his sleep schedule. He often woke in the middle of the night due to congestion and coughing. Then his overall routine was disrupted by missing several days of school. By the time he got healthy, he was in a new habit of going to bed at midnight. While this was an improvement from the days that he used to be up until 1:00, 2:00 and even 3:00 am, it just doesn’t work for us. I’m up late with him and struggle to get myself up in the morning. Then I have to try to wake up Philip. There’s not enough time to do all of the things I’d like to do with Philip before I leave for work.
However, I anticipated that all my problems would be solved today. Instead of trying to adjust Philip’s sleep and waking times, all I would need to do is change the clocks.
Yesterday, I got a glimpse of the wonderful new world that awaited. I slept in until 8:00 am. I thought to myself, “By tomorrow, this would have only been 7:00 am.” Of course, 7:00 am is actually too late for a work/school day, but Philip had awoken at 4:00 am. After taking him downstairs for some milk and tv, he fell back asleep on the couch. It was 5:00 am when I roused from my own slumber in the recliner, covered Philip with a blanket and went back to bed. That’s why I treated myself to a lie-in.
I was a bit worried since it’s a vicious cycle. If I permit myself to sleep in, then Philip is probably asleep, too. If he sleeps in then he will take a late nap. If he takes a late nap, he will then stay up later than usual. Then he will want to sleep in the next day. It’s like If You Give a Mouse a Cookie except with sleep or the lack thereof.
But the day was progressing well. I felt energized for a three-mile walk with the dog. Philip and I had a great trip to the library. After lunch and some time in the backyard, Philip took a nap. By my calculations, the nap was at just the right point of the afternoon when I compared to time it would be tomorrow.
Things were looking good. I didn’t take a nap myself since I was feeling so awake. I was so confident in how well things were going to go that I changed all of our clocks to back to standard time when Philip got up from his nap. He didn’t go to bed as early as I hoped, but it was good enough for “falling back.”
I didn’t expect to be awake for the return of Eastern Standard Time.
Despite the great day, something woke Philip up around 2:30 am. Standard Time. He stayed awake until almost 5:00 am. I fell back asleep then, too and didn’t pry my eyes open until close to 8:00 am.
It didn’t feel as nice this morning.
I had put too much faith in the time change. I seemed to forget that something always comes up. I had expected to write today’s gratitude post as an homage to the end of Daylight Savings Time.
I tried to plan ahead, but learned that gratitude is not something one can schedule. Instead, one must look for it in the moment and wait to experience it.
So, if I’m not singing the praises of Standard Time, what am I thankful for?
Today, in spite of the rough night, I am thankful that Philip still took a nap. I’m thankful that this happened on the weekend, when I could take a nap, too.
I’m thankful that Philip is falling asleep as I type this. He’s not going to sleep as early as I had hoped, but we’ll both be in bed before midnight.
Will he sleep through the night?
Only time will tell.