… because I might change my mind.

Sun-Day-in-the-life

I do this just about every year. I lose the advantage that Congress so nicely bestows on us each fall. As you know, the transition from Daylight Saving Time to Standard Time gives us an extra hour of sleep. But every year, I simply use it as an excuse to stay up later. Last night, I stayed up to watch the end of the Arkansas-South Carolina game (the Ole Ball Coach’s defense couldn’t stop the stellar Razorback running duo). Then I watched Lou Holtz spit all over Mark May on ESPN’s college football recap show. Then I flipped channels for 30-45 minutes before concluding that nothing was on, so I went to bed.

This morning, I awoke to Keegan yelling from his crib. He’s not saying anything specific, but you can tell from his tone that it’s something like (Hey, Mom and Dad — I don’t care which one of you — but one of you needs to get your lazy butt out of bed and get me out of here so I can start my day. I have things to do. Milk to drink. Pages to scribble on. Marbles to play with.) This morning, Jen answered the bell because she is a great mom and she had been the wiser of this pair and went to bed at a reasonable hour so she could take full advantage of the extra hour of sleep.

I got up at the usual hour on Sunday morning. Keegan’s internal clock got him up a little early given the move to standard time. After showering, I went downstairs and was welcomed to the morning by the children’s songstress, Laurie Berkner. She wasn’t actually in my living room. But her CD was playing for Keegan. K-Man loves this lady’s CDs. Jen and I wouldn’t mind if Ms. Berkner announced her retirement never to be heard from again — Garth Brooks style.

Given Keegan’s early rising, Jen decided to let him nap right about the time we would’ve left to go to church. So I went to church alone, and Jen stayed behind while Keegan napped. I think Jen enjoyed the quiet time alone at home while Keegan slept. Good message out of Galatians this morning. When I got back home, Keegan was still sleeping. Today was a Falcons home game, so once Keegan got up, we piled into the car and headed downtown. (I know that was a run-on sentence, but this isn’t Mrs. Ferris’ 7th grade English class, so pipe down.)

We park for Falcons games at the parking deck that I use for work. I am cheap. Why pay $20 for parking when I have a parking pass for my deck that I can use even if we have to walk a little farther? Don’t answer that. So we park and start our trek towards the Dome. We alternate carrying Keegan and letting him walk. He loves seeing all the traffic lights up close as we walk. Eventually, we make it to the game. We buy incredibly overpriced cheeseburgers (which I justify because I saved all that money not paying for parking!!) and make our way to our seats. Upper deck end zone. Keegan helps Jen with her burger. Then I get some popcorn for Kee because I think it will occupy him and prolong our stay at the game (which I think going in the Falcons have a chance to win). K-Man liked the popcorn. He also monopolized the Sprite that Jen bought. (I know what you’re thinking, but I saved so much money not paying for parking.) None of this matters as long as Kee stays relatively calm and watches the game or the lights or the Chick-Fil-A cows that periodically parachute from the rafters. We were golden until half-time. Something clicked. Not in a good way either. It’s like that sound you hear right before the head cracks on your ’88 Hyundai hatchback on I-85 in North Carolina. When you hear the sound, it’s too late. So we saw the first half of the Falcons game today, and they were winning when we left. (And they held on for the W too as I suspected they would.)

When we got home, Keegan went down for another nap, but I don’t think he actually slept at all. Of course he didn’t.

I watched a good chunk of the Colts-Patriots game — well it was on in the background while I played with Keegan. Good game. I thought the Colts had the win. Surprised that Peyton didn’t put together the final drive (reminded me of his days at UT when he never beat UF). Speaking of the NFL, how in the world are the Packers 7-1?

Tonight was fairly laid back. Jen made a nice batch of sausage and rice for dinner. No sausage for Keegan though. He got a hot dog with his rice. No need to fuel a diaper failure. Simple meal but hearty.

Now we’re trying to squeeze out another couple of hours off relaxation before another week starts. I find it very hard to enjoy the rest of Sunday because I get too concerned with the forthcoming Monday to Friday. Jen calls it being in “work mode.” That is not a term of endearment either. And it has nothing to do with “Business Time.”

Well, I’m going to call it a night. I’m quite sleepy. What with not getting my extra hour of sleep and all.

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4 responses

  1. I always stay up an extra hour too, thinking its such a gift, and then it will getcha the next day. Glad the Falcons pulled out a W, but man they still seem horrible. Get some rest.JM

    November 5, 2007 at 3:30 am

  2. Nan and I went to bed Saturday night at 9:30. I have learned that while gaining an hour as marrieds with no kids was great, kids DO NOT know to fall back. They get up at the same time because the clock means nothing to them. Well, it doesn’t to Quinn, but Levi knows all about what time things happen. They got up at 6:15 Sunday, after the time change. Just like I thought they would.

    November 6, 2007 at 12:34 am

  3. h.

    my favorite line in the whole post was about “work mode” vs. “business time.” you are correct, they have nothing in common. i fall victim to “work mode” nearly every Sunday night.

    November 6, 2007 at 2:27 am

  4. Brad — We attempted to mitigate the fall-back effect by keeping Keegan up a little later on Saturday night. It worked to a certain extent. He wasn’t up at 6:15 EST, but he was up before 7:00 EST. h – If you figure out a way to curb “work mode” creeping into Sunday, please let me know!

    November 6, 2007 at 3:18 am

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