It’s Looking like Daytime

We’re past the equinox, officially spring—even though we had one of those probable snow storms that always sweep through this time of year. You know, the ones that make us bow our heads in despair, that dashes our hopes. But not the firm and steady stalks of daffodils or grape hyacinth. They know what to expect and are prepared.

Oh, we of little faith.

With the time change, there’s more light at the end of the day. Thus, I can come home from work and feel like doing something, rather than switching out of work clothes and into pajamas.

But the time change has wreaked havoc on my young grandson’s sleep schedule. Remember the Big Boy Bed? He’s now an apostate after a quick conversion. He will not stay in it for the entire night.

No one is getting sleep these days, as the baby is also teething.

My son-in-law told me that Jack climbs the stairs up to their room and takes the blankets off his feet and says: It’s looking like daytime. When actually it’s 3 a.m.

There’s no inviting him to snuggle and fall back asleep or convincing him to return to his own bed. He gets up and makes toast and hopes that eventually sleepy gravity will lull the child back into bed.

It could all be about disrupted routine, circadian rhythms—or—we have a sleep study planned for this week to find our why he keeps waking up.

beautiful blue morning light