I admit, these last few months, we’ve had it good. Our toddlers are sleeping through the night. Out of the last year, we’ve probably gotten up three times in the middle of the night to console them crying (and it was usually Aubrey).
Our general morning routine is that Ryan and I get up at the same time, we get dressed, we chat in the kitchen, Ryan makes a shake, Ryan leaves for work, and I get the girls ready for school.
Last week, Ansley decided to break that routine.
As we were chatting in the kitchen last week, we hear a little scurry from upstairs. We hear a few thumpity thump thump thumps down the stairs. All of a sudden, we hear this little perky voice say, “Hi daddy. No work today? You making us eggs?” Oy. Too cute. But we knew in the back of our heads that this was an uh-oh moment.
First, I was selfishly thinking about how much longer it would take me to get ready now. With a toddler, you could hardly get anything done while they were around. Before this incident, I would have a good twenty minutes from waking up before going to get them. If I were really eager, I’d be up an hour before their wakeup time to get my workout on. Now with my big munchkin coming down stairs, there is no time for working out or getting ready. My makeup has been minimal (sorry everyone).
Secondly, I had this bad vision of her tumbling down the stairs trying to come visit us at night. Next on my list to buy: another night light.
Ansley's next visit came around 5:30 the next day, when we were still in bed. She ran around to Ryan’s side of the bed (which apparently made his day because he thinks she “chose” him over me). Obviously, he scooped her up and we cuddled. Is this where a habit is formed?
The next day was the subsequent morning at around 4:00. Okay, now we had to put the lockdown on it. 4:00??!! Ansley and I had a discussion about when she could come down. “Ans, you can only come down after you hear dad make a shake. Okay?” She nodded her head.
As perfect timing would have it, Daylight Savings Time began. I’ve heard parental horror stories about children during the start/end of Daylight Savings Time. Its kind of like Friday the 13th or when the full moon is out, but specifically for parents. Its the night where you sort of expect something bad to happen, but you know its like one of these old wives tales that may or may not be true. This tale was about how kids turn into werewolves (okay, kidding…not really).
With this in mind, I was prepared for a fight. I made sure I got my sleep Saturday night so that I could prep for how much I’d be up the next night trying to get them to go to bed. This time change meant we’d “spring forward”, which meant we’d lose an hour of sleep, and which meant that the kids would be “staying up” longer if we kept up our natural circadian clock routine.
As much as I hate to admit it, I REALLY need that time after the kids go to bed. On a typical night, they are usually in bed by 7:30, between 7:30 - 8:30 is "me" time, and between 8:30 - 9:30 is Seng/Ryan time. I was not prepared to lose those precious two hours. So I decided to try to get them in bed at 7:30 after we set the clocks forward "officially" on Sunday.
As perfect planning would have it, 7:30 was not agreeable to my children. After I tried putting Aubrey to bed, five minutes later she was standing up in her crib while Ansley was running around like a toddler who was just given cotton candy and lollipops. So, we decided to take them downstairs to hang out with us. Finally, after 3 hours past their normal bedtime, they were finally in their own beds!
What I didn't realize was that my next battle (that I didn't prepare for) was the morning after DST. None of my Saturday sleeping in prepped me for this.
Monday morning rolled around. At 6:00, we didn’t get our visit from our perky little toddler. So, I went back to my normal routine of getting ready, Ryan making a shake, etc . . . It was 6:30 at this point, and Ans was nowhere to be seen.
I make my way upstairs. I always wake up Aubs first. I turn on Aubrey’s light. She is still in a deep slumber. . . at this very moment, I KNEW I had a huge battle that was about to begin. I nudge her a little bit. She began to moan and grunt. A few seconds later, she's in crying freak out mode. I look at the clock, and see that I’m already 15 minutes behind as I grab her, change her diaper amid the crying.
As she's wailing, I take her to Ansley’s room. For whatever reason, I fully expected Ansley to be perky like she always is in the morning. Boy was I wrong.
She has her head buried in the pillow, not willing or wanting to wake up. She too starts crying and moaning. OMG. What is a working mom to do?!
I resorted to bribery. I tried to bribe her with a blueberry muffin from the coffee shop on the way to daycare. Typically, this blueberry bribery works big time. Not today. Aubrey’s freaking out, and now Ansley’s freaking out. The husband is no where to be seen.
After another 20 minutes of struggling, I finally get them strapped into their car seats ready to go. Its 7:30 - the time I was supposed to be at work. Awesome.
So that was five days ago. As of today, the girls have settled into their new routine after about two days of morning struggles, a new bedtime of 8:30, and momma losing her “me” time. Oh, you wanna know about Ansley's morning visits? Let’s just say DST gave us our hour back to get ready in the morning, no pun intended (okay, maybe it was intended).
Here's a picture of the girls watching Dora. Non-related.