I’m anxiously awaiting losing an hour of sleep on Saturday night. “What?” you say.
I’m hoping that it will retrain my children to wake up around 7am instead of 6am. I need more than 8 hours of sleep. I know, waaah, but I love sleep.
When they wake up that early, they usually come in my bed and cuddle for 2 minutes and then demand to watch TV. I tell them that there’s nothing worth watching until 7am, so Nathan sits there and stares at the clock waiting for it to have a 7 and then screams, “Kid show please!!!” Meanwhile the other two are fighting over blanket and pillow space. On top of it, I’m so not a morning person, but I’m not a night owl either.