On Sunday, we fell back an hour. Each year when we spring forward, I remind myself that in the fall I'll gain an hour of sleep. Now that time has come for this year and I have mixed feelings.

You see, Sunday went quite well. I had stayed up far too late Friday night and any sleep I get past 830am appears to be useless so even though I slept until 1030, I probably should have just gotten up at 830. Anyway. Saturday night I was exhausted as was the boy. We went to bed early (10/1030), because we're cool like that. Sunday morning he actually kind of slept in considering he's been setting his alarm for 4am recently (it used to be 5am). It was by accident (alarm not set properly) but it worked out well because he had been sick and it helped to clear up a lot of that. And then I proceeded to sleep until about 9am. Yes, 9am after the time change. Now, keep in mind that I wake up for about an hour to two hours when he gets up. And I also take about an hour to fall asleep (unlike he who sleeps like a rock and falls asleep in a flash). But still, that's a lot of sleep. And then I read for an hour. YAY!

Sunday night I went to bed around 10/1030 again. Sweet. I figured I'd be able to get up a bit earlier than my usual last minute o'clock. And I was even kind of right about that. Didn't LEAVE any earlier but I did get to take longer to get ready for work so that's a plus.

Monday night comes along. I've had a somewhat stressful afternoon/evening. Nothing all that huge but just a bunch of small things that added up and basically left me feeling like I could cry at any minute. Hey, I'm sensitive, whatever.

Again we went to bed early. 10? I thought awesome, I'm totally going to get up at 6. This is going to be great! 3am rolls around and I wake up. And basically I watched the minutes tick by until 7 when I actually got up. That's not to say I didn't get ANY more sleep but boy, it was sparse. At 330 I wanted to cry I was so upset about feeling restless and how it was RUINING MY PLAN!!! (Type A much???)

I'm tired, yo.

At about 4am I was cursing the time change. Blaming it for all my misery.

I think it was actually a combination of the time change, my stress level, and the fact that the boy was sleeping poorly. He usually doesn't move at all and I'm basically the princess from the princess and the pea. He was moving around and that definitely was having an impact on me. Oi.

Anyway, now it's nearly 1230 and I'm, uh, overtired I think. I had a conference call that lasted until 11 and I haven't quite wound down from that yet. SIGH.

I thought I had espaced this time change unscathed. Alas, I was wrong.