I remember the good ol’ days… Once a year, the clocks got turned back, and in turn (haha!), I gained an extra hour of sleep that night. Up until recently, that day has been my favorite day of the year: better than my birthday and Christmas combined.

A little more than 17 months ago I gave birth to a beautiful, wonderful, amazing baby boy. Generally speaking, Jude is a thoughtful little guy. He gives me kisses and hugs and will cuddle with me when I’m feeling down. However, my very perceptive and attentive child somehow missed out on the Daylight Savings Time Memo, and failed to sleep in on Sunday. Actually, he has been getting up earlier than normal for about a week now. So, unlike years past when, during the month of October, I would gain a glorious hour of sleep, this year, it was a wash, at best. Because of this, I am sad.

Sooner or later,  Jude will get himself straightened out and get back to sleeping past 5:30am; I just know it! Until then, I fear I’m going to be little more than a walking zombie…a foggy-headed mama with an hankering for brains.