Out Of Sorts November 3, 2008
Posted by Lynn in TurtleHead.4 comments
Is it just me, or was yesterday like, a hundred years long?
Making the switch from Daylight Savings Time back to Eastern Standard Time is always a hard one for us. The kids get up at their usual time, which is usually 6:30 am, but now is 5:30 am, and that gives us a whole extra hour to fill in the day. You might think, heck, it’s only one hour, I could kill that just paging through the satellite guide looking for something good on TV. But when you have three little kids to entertain, an hour is an excruciatingly long, long time.
I was doing fairly well up until about dinnertime, and then I totally crashed. I just had nothing left. Sir Monkeypants managed to hold it together enough to get the kids in their jammies and watching a show on TV before we both flopped out on the couch, exhausted. I swear I thought bedtime would never come — every minute felt like an eon.
By the time we finally did get the kids into bed — a little earlier than usual, around 7pm — we were both just wiped out. We were sitting on the couch watching Sunday Night Football and I said to Sir Monkeypants, “I’m just going to get a glass of milk and then go to bed, I don’t care if it’s early.” And he said, “It’s 7:15.” And that was too early even for me, so I decided I’d try to make it until at least 8pm.
I never did have that glass of milk, though. By 7:30 I was asleep on the couch.
By 8, Sir Monkeypants had joined me.
He finally roused himself around 9:15 and we both stumbled up to bed. Seriously, this could be the most pathetic thing that has ever happened to me.
In other pathetic news, know what I saw in the house this morning? A MOSQUITO. It was biting me on my left hand, and now I have a dime-sized lump there that is itchy as all hell. Plus, the beast is still loose in the house somewhere.
What is the point of living in a country where we have SNOW on the ground for Halloween, but we still have freakin’ mosquitoes? I may as well move to Borneo, for christ’s sake!
My name is Lynn. I live in Ottawa, Ontario, with my husband and three kids. Turtlehead is my mother’s word for that groggy feeling you get when you’ve overslept. I swear I didn’t know about the poop connotation until much later.


