Saturday, November 22, 2014

Daylight Savings: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Every year since Claire was born, I would bemoan the "Time Change" every. single. time.  I would complain on Facebook and to anyone who would listen.  My child would never "sleep in" and would wake up at the exact same time as she did before. . now and hour earlier. Or bedtime and naptime would get all screwed up.  And I'd whine and post several comments about how ridiculous it all was.

This year, I thought about complaining again. I started my snarky status update, only to backtrack a bit.  I erased and started over.  And then gave up.  Because, to be honest, I've made my peace. This year, I decided to see it differently.  So for the first several weeks, the weeks I used to whine about, I get up at the same "time" I got up before. I got dressed. I made breakfast for my family. I'd read my Bible and I'd unload the dishwasher and start school with Claire.  For several days, she was done with her schoolwork around 9am because of this. 9AM!!!   I always wish I could be given more hours in the day to accomplish what I need to get done and, wouldn't ya know?  Every year, until my body and my children adjust to the new time, I get an extra hour in my day.

My mantra for our adoption journey has become, "Find joy in the journey. . ." and we really have.  Amazing friends, great conversations, unexpected blessings. So I decided to apply this mantra to more things.  Sometimes this is not always easy, but Paul admonishes us in 1 Thessalonians to "give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."  So here's my time change joy: a clean house, joyful schooltime and business work done.

It's the little things.

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