They Didn’t Get The Memo

“Falling back” is nice in theory, but when you have dogs and a toddler, it’s not such a great deal.

For some reason Carrie woke up at 5:30 (which should have felt like 6:30 to her and that would still be at least an hour earlier than usual for her). That triggered the dogs to wake up and start whining. Carrie was very concerned about them: “Mommy, Murphy sad. Mommy, Daddy, take Murphy out!” But somehow I managed to convince her it was still the middle of the night, and after a little milk and a diaper change she went willingly back to bed. On the way back to my bed I made a little pit stop, and just as I’m flushing I hear the alarm going off. Ack! Here I’ve just managed to convince Carrie it’s the middle of the night and Daddy’s alarm is going off…

Then I laid in bed listening to Carrie babble over the monitor, the dogs whining, the wind howling, and Denis snoring. I finally fell back to sleep at some point (it was sometime after 6:45, since that’s the last time I remember seeing on the clock). Denis at least let me sleep until 8:30. I went to bed around midnight (well, 1 AM, but we turned the clocks back before we went to sleep), so I did get somewhere around 7 hours of sleep, but it was too broken up.

I need more coffee.