Zoned out

The kids have been adjusting to being back on Eastern Daylight Time. On Friday, they were definitely still on Pacific Time – or maybe even a zone farther out, somewhere actually in the Pacific. They woke up at 9:30, and only because I got them up. It went against all my instincts, but I knew I had to get them back to our time before they went back to school (yesterday!).

And I've had to wake them up every morning since. Saturday was 8 am, Sunday I got Solanne up at 7:30 (Maïa actually woke up on her own). They're still somewhere in the Prairies, maybe Winnipeg, in terms of biological clocks. And it has me wondering why we didn't take them west sooner? Had I known we could mess with their heretofore flawless internal systems by travelling toward the sunset, I would have done it years ago.

It's a little late to have made this discovery; now I'm stuck getting them up for school every morning, though having to get them up at 7:00 rather than having them get me up at 6:00 is alright, I guess. Here's to hoping they stay on Central Time.