The time change has messed up my sleeping schedule. Since 2:00 a.m. (standard time), I lay in bed dozing and then jerking awake every 10 minutes or so to look at the clock to see what time it was. Then I had to do a calculation in my head, “OK, the clock SAYS that it is 3:14, (standard time) but it is REALLY 4:14, (daylight savings time).” And then again, “OK, the clock SAYS that it is 4:27, (standard time), but it is REALLY 5:27, (daylight savings time).” Arghhhh!
Why am I so weirded out about the time, I hear you ask? Because I need to be up and out of bed by 7:00, (daylight savings time), this morning. You see, I have a breakfast date – with my daughters. In case you don’t remember from this post, I have three children. One son and two daughters. All three are grown and moved out of the house, so I truly do not get to see them as often as I would like. Therefore, periodically we make dates with each other for breakfast, or maybe lunch, or even dinner. There have been times that we will make dates to go to the market, just to have an excuse to spend some time together.
This morning’s breakfast will be just us girls, my daughters and me. I am really looking forward to it. Not that I do not appreciate being with the men in my life, my husband and my son, but there is just something about us girls being together that makes my mommy heart sing.
It could have something to do with the unique camaraderie that we share as females. It could have something to do with the lack of testosterone at the table. However, it may well be a result of the 4 years when it was just us girls living at home. 4 years before I met The Man, The Boy left home to join the Army. This left just us girls at home. I did not notice at the time how our relationship was changing, but in hindsight, that time really did have an impact. The three of us became closer, we became more open with each other, a bond was built between us that is different than the bond that I have between me and my son.
I am looking forward with anticipation my breakfast date with Artsy & Young’un. I am looking forward to the chit-chat. I can’t wait to catch up on all of the happenings in their lives. I look forward with delight the moment when I can hug them close and breathe in their love.
No 'bleeping' time change is going to mess up my morning.