As a senior citizen, change in my routine comes hard. My body doesn’t adjust as quickly as when I was young, though I never liked the spring forward bit, and when there is change in schedule or an impending early event, I don’t sleep well. My usual routine is an early bedtime, reading for a bit then lights out and rising as soon as the sky begins to lighten. Daylight savings time totally ruins that routine. I’m not ready for bed at what the clock says is my usual bedtime and I must awaken much too early for there to be light in the sky at least for a month or so. The change also affected the grands. They were put to bed at 8 p.m. last night. Daughter fretted with them numerous times, before I think she went to the basement to work on some paperwork in quiet. SIL fell asleep on the couch between laundry loads and he slept through their nonsense. At 9:30, I was readying for bed and the kids were so loud that I went down and they were both in the lower bunk and it looked like “Wrestlemania” going on. I must have left my grand mom demeanor upstairs, because I lit into them, verbally separating them back into their own beds and giving them what for about how “A” had to get up at 7 a.m. for school and he wasn’t going to want to get up as it was “an hour earlier” than usual. They got quiet, I went to bed and sleep eluded me. It was a restless night, worrying that I would sleep through my alarm, something I have never done. My alarm rarely goes off as I am usually up well before the time set.
Sure enough, “A” was hard to awaken, fell right back to sleep. Round two, he awakened, rolled over and ignored me. Round three, blanket ripped off, and a very stern Mommom told him to put his feet on the floor, “NOW.” A few minutes later, he wandered into the kitchen, hands on hips and stated, “my clock says it is only 6:15″ as he looked at the clock on the stove. Guess he and his parents failed to reset his clock, not that he would wake to an alarm anyway.
We made it to the bus stop as the sun started a struggle with the fog and cloud layers from last night’s rain. It looked like the sky was clearing, but it is still cloudy out now.
Daylight savings time isn’t the only sign of spring up on the mountain, the forsythia is beginning to bloom.
Not as far along as in town, but a blush of yellow in the early morning light. My first year daffodils, a plant trade from last year, have buds and there should be flowers by tomorrow or the next day.
B’rooster was crowing his “we are awake now” song when I got back to the house. I guess either we removed the non-crowing roo or he decided to start once the other usurper was gone. They were let out into the saturated run and showed much more interest in the kitchen scraps and leftovers than the layer crumble and cracked grain. I love watching one grab a morsel and two or three others chasing after her because that was the one they wanted too. Just like kids.
It is too wet to play in the dirt today so I guess, I will read, knit, spin and maybe nap if I can get “N” to take one. For now, it is laundry morning. I cleaned yesterday as Daughter and the grands had friends over for a play date and they had never seen the house before, so the layers of dog fur (it is shedding season) and dust were removed. That will last all of a day or two, but at least it was clean and straight yesterday.
Still loving life on the mountain farm, but I DON’T LIKE DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME!!!