A byootaful Life

Last Sunday we turned our clocks forward one hour, beginning our very first daylight savings experience. I didn’t think it would make any difference to our day but it absolutely does! We get an extra hour of sunlight (well, maybe not actual sunlight but let’s just say it’s not dark for another hour) but that means we’ve been going to bed much later. I’ve found I don’t even look at the time until about 8pm now, which is bad when I haven’t started even thinking about dinner, let alone cooked it!

Getting up in the morning is a little harder too, since it’s darker and colder. One hour in the morning makes a big difference and when my alarm goes off saying it’s 7:15am, my body screams internally that it’s not fooled and that it is in fact 6:15am – ie. an Ungodly Hour. This morning I hit snooze about three times and then continued to lie in bed until I couldn’t possibly put off getting up any more. Unfortunately, Phill had the same idea at the same time and it ended up with a traffic jam in the bathroom. There’s nothing less romantic than sharing a bathroom in the morning when you’re tired, grumpy and running late. Ugh.

Hopefully we’ll get into the swing of it by the end of this week!