Usually you’ll find me complaining that I need a few more hours every single day to get everything done, or at least a couple of hours added to the week.<\/p>\n
So today we were handed the lovely “gift” of an extra hour and yet, if I might, I still need<\/strike> want to complain for a wee moment here.<\/p>\n
It was never-ending. The longest freaking day, e-v-e-r. I’m ready for bed and it is only 7:45pm.<\/p>\n
J. and I got to go out to see some live music last night (Matt Nathanson<\/a> at the Troubadour – very, very cool show!) but by the time we got back, cut the babysitter loose, and just sat to unwind for a few minutes it was very nearly 1am. Which, with the time change is only midnight, and that, albeit a little late for us old folks, is a fairly decent time to get to bed. But then little Miss Emma was up at 6am. I know, I know – it was 7am to her body, her normal rise-and-shine time, but ah…man. It just felt so early.<\/p>\n And then both girls were just all off-kilter today. And then there was “le nap resistance<\/em>!” (You have to say it with a furious-sounding, French accent – for it to really be effective.) Two hours of fierce resisting any sort of nap. And when we finally gave in and got them up – it was only 3 o’clock. Three more hours until we could even conceivably think of trying to put them back to bed.<\/p>\n We ran to the park, and I let them play for awhile, hoping that would wear them out, but it only made Addie completely slap-happy. J. got some really funny video of her, at least. I’ll get it from him and put it up later this week.<\/p>\n Anyhow – the girls are soundly sleeping. Now I need to go get ready for the week and recover from the “extra hour” trauma.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Usually you’ll find me complaining that I need a few more hours every single day to get everything done, or at least a couple of hours added to the week. So today we were handed the lovely “gift” of an … Continue reading