This year looked to be especially bad as we were slated to work the nursery at church, which meant not only would we all lose an hour of sleep for daylight savings, but we would have to get them up earlier so we could make it on time. The day showed signs of being the perfect storm.
|Flavor Flav, Mayor of the time change.|
Both girls woke up Saturday morning an hour before they normally would have. I got up with them, changed them into their clothes for the day and started to feed them breakfast.
As they were eating, I noticed the clock behind them. I went ahead and sprung it one hour forward. I then went around and did the rest of the clocks in the house.
We became trendsetters. Before anyone else in the country, I presume, had moved their clocks forward, we were doing just that. I was sure the rest of the country that participated in the time change would follow suit, and sure enough, they did.
Lunch was an hour early, and so was nap time. Dinner, bath, and bedtime all came early.
When Sunday morning came early, it was no different than any other day we worked the nursery.
I will admit, it was very strange having all our clocks "wrong", but in the end, our ability to remember we were operating on a slightly different time zone paid huge dividends for us. I doubt we'll be able to repeat the performance in the future, but we'll take it this time.