I wish, wish, wish that the powers that be would stop with the changing of the clocks. They need to leave it alone. Every year, I drag around for months after loosing that hour. I know my body clock should reset in a few days but it seems like the spring time change and my circadian rhythm don’t get along. At all.
But enough grousing about that. I can’t keep whining because that gets old for the people I hang around. On another note, today is my oldest child’s birthday. If you know me at all, you know I love symmetry. Well, today there is symmetry in my life. My son is the same age I was when he was born. I’ve officially spent half of my life as a mother. How cool is that? (Yes, I’m grasping at straws for a reason to be happy to be old).
He was born at 3:35 am and every year, I told him I was going to wake him up at that time because he kept me up all night while I was in labor. I never followed through on that threat. I wish I had, especially now that he doesn’t live at home anymore.