Time change. Something I have never had trouble with before. Turn the clocks back in the fall and forward in the spring. Yup, got it.
Except this year. I don't know what the hell is different this year, but the time change threw a King Kong sized monkey wrench into my house this year. It started with the Wee One and trickled down from there. She normally wakes up around 6:00 +/- 15 minutes. She's pretty good about this and I can count on one hand the number of times we have had to get out of bed earlier than this since she was about 6 months old.
Until this week.
Our first tip off should have been that she suddenly was possessed by a she-devil, because the kid wouldn't listen to a thing starting on Sunday. Tantrums, general craziness and just doing things because she knew it would push our buttons. Every child has times when they do this, but this was constant. Like, do we really want to have another some day, constant.
Come Monday, she started waking up early - in the 4's. Early in the 4's. I can handle something in the 5:00 range, but 4:00ish. Nope. No good. We battled with her on Monday and kept her up as late as we could, but Tuesday brough another O dark o'clock wake up and another long day.
The flip side of that is the my wife and I are going to bed super early because we're getting woken up at 4:30, by MOMMA! DADDA! We were literally in bed at 8:30 last night and completely unapologetic about it. That means I'm not getting work done in the evenings and we barely have time after getting the Wee One to sleep to chat and spend time together before we're unconscious.
Today brought some relief in that the Wee One actually slept in, but of course we woke up uber early in anticipation of the yells. That they didn't come is some comfort, though perhaps not today as we drag through work again.
One hour. That's all it took to destroy the fragile harmony of our house life for a few days.