Monday, November 7, 2011

Children of the night

For the past three months or so my alarm clock has gone off at 4:50 a.m. every weekday. Yes, that is the middle of the night. I would haul myself out of bed in the pitch dark, throw on some sweats, drag C out of bed, push him into the shower, drag H out of bed (she showers at night), take C to early-morning band practice still in the pitch dark, take H to school in the dim pre-dawn, then come home, snap the dog's harness and leash on him, and drag him out the door as the sun was just barely beginning to peek above the horizon.

The end of C's early-morning band practice (which only happens during football/marching season) just happened to coincide with the end of Daylight Saving Time this year. So this morning, my alarm went off at 6:20. I hauled myself out of bed as the sun was just barely beginning to peek above the horizon, threw on some sweats, dragged H out of bed, dragged C out of bed, pushed him into the shower, took H to school in the morning light, took C to school in full daylight, then came home, snapped the dog's harness and leash on him, and dragged him out the door while the sun was high in the mid-morning sky.

And that's when I discovered that I really, really miss the dark mornings. Huh. Go figure.

Might have to switch the dog's walk to evenings instead.

At least it was cloudy.

I'ma go crawl back into my coffin now.


  1. I can so relate to your feeling right now ...
    Yet, you crack me up, even from the darkness.

  2. lol - yeah I was unnerved by the sunshine in my quiet morning too!

  3. I would have to be in bed by 7.00pm every night to maintain that schedule!


  4. Ha! I have to say, this is the first time I've actually appreciated the time change for the brighter mornings. Still quite troubling to have the sun go down at 4:30, however...

  5. This was an interesting post. Did not see the final thought coming.