Every other Sunday, I meet with a group of non-Jewish women (or women who are converting or have converted but weren’t raised Jewish) raising Jewish children to learn about making a Jewish home. This class, called Mother’s Circle, meets at 9:30 in a community center 20 minutes from my home. This means I have to get up, every other Sunday, much earlier than I usually do. It skews nap time for Mr. Gurglebutt, who’s been a “one nap from 2:00-5:00″ guy for months now, putting him on a two-nap day.
I got out of bed at 8:20 this morning, taking an unexpected shower thanks to a leaking diaper, and wondered why Boogermonkey wasn’t awake yet. I got out of the shower, got myself dressed, and wondered why Booger wasn’t awake yet. At 8:45, I heard him asking for wipes for his morning poo. This is odd, I thought. You see, Booger is an early riser. Where this comes from, I’m not sure. But most mornings, he’s out of bed before 8, wiping his own ass, feeding himself breakfast, getting himself dressed, and playing quietly until 9:30 or so when Gurglebutt wakes up, getting me out of bed with him.
Booger starts soccer and t-ball today, so I went to the kitchen to pack a bag of snacks for while they’re in the JCC daycare room, fill the water bottle for between practices, and check the clock to make sure I’ll make it to my class on time.
I rush to the bathroom counter, where we keep a large clock.
And then I remember. The change to Daylight Savings. We no longer spring forward on the first Sunday in April. But my clock, my lovely wonderful digital display with the numbers big enough I can read them without my glasses, was programmed to be “smart” and change to DST on its own. On the first Sunday in April.
So I made eggs & coffee.
Read my friends’ twitter updates.
For the first time in April.