It’s completely the opposite of what I should be doing right now, it’s after midnight and I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because I’m a parent and the clocks change tonight. It’s our first one. So naturally we are crapping ourselves at the possibility of an extra, extra early wake up, because no one tells the kids that they can have an extra hours sleep and it’ll be heavenly. So while you’re all lying in your cosy beds and rejoicing over the ‘fall back’ of the clocks, and how much you’re going to absolutely make the most of that glorious extra hour, spare a seconds thought for all of the parents lying tensely in their beds, eyes tightly shut but sleep mysteriously absent, as they wait, anxious and terrified of the wake up they will receive at some truly ridiculous hour.
And then take another second to think of all the parents of kids with feeding ‘issues’ and how we all sat down before bed tonight and tried to figure out the best way to transition the feeds into the new timing without starving our children, but also without changing everything so much that it would take days to crawl it back to the timing that works.
I don’t even know if we have really figured it out, and I’m guessing Sunday is going to be a bit of a mess for a lot of mums and dads. It’s okay, don’t worry about a shower, in fact don’t even get dressed, just get through the day.
Please let the coffee shops be open early, like, early early.
In fact, maybe I should have one now, just to be prepared?