Clock suckers.
Nov. 5th, 2012 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogIt was not a good night last night. Nobody's sick, but one of us is pretty damn tired.
The clocks got turned back two nights ago, and all that "get an extra hour of sleep" BS proved once again to be, well, BS. The animals can't tell time, and they expect their noms when their internal clocks say it's feeding time. Especially Tasha- our oldest dog, by far the neediest of the bunch, and the one who lived through her first seizure late last month. She's had no problems of that kind since the one incident, but she is the whiniest and most insistent if The Help doesn't rise to the occasion anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes before what she thinks is feeding time.
Sunday morning, that was 4:30. Eleanor had to be up early anyway, so I scored that as a mulligan. We held them off until a relatively normal 5:30 EST feeding last night, and I hoped for the best. Instead, I got a night of miscellaneous hell.
Around 1:30, I woke up with an upset stomach. Then the wakies took over for a good hour and change. By 3, though (4 on her internal clock, still WAY too early), Tasha took over. Whining to go into the kitchen for a drink. Whining to go out (something she rarely does in the middle of the night). Then unsettled about where she wanted to sleep until we got close to 3:30 on the real clock, when her clock said, Meh, close enough, may as well just put the effort in for breakfast.
I lay there as silently as I could with the cries and whimpers coming fast and furious, but in the end I capitulated and fed everybody at 4 a.m. Even after that, as cats settled down around various corners of my head, Tasha was still unsettled. By 5-something, she needed to go out again. Finally, I managed maybe half an hour of sleep around 6, and a couple more until I finally surrendered to wakedom a bit past 8.
Tonight, I am charging my phone to the max and am putting tunes on through headphones under my pillow starting at 3. Traditionally, this war is over by the end of the first Standard Time week (just as the extra benefit we get when the clocks go the other way in the spring is also over after a few days), but I just have too much going on in life right now to be walking around like a zombie.
The clocks got turned back two nights ago, and all that "get an extra hour of sleep" BS proved once again to be, well, BS. The animals can't tell time, and they expect their noms when their internal clocks say it's feeding time. Especially Tasha- our oldest dog, by far the neediest of the bunch, and the one who lived through her first seizure late last month. She's had no problems of that kind since the one incident, but she is the whiniest and most insistent if The Help doesn't rise to the occasion anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes before what she thinks is feeding time.
Sunday morning, that was 4:30. Eleanor had to be up early anyway, so I scored that as a mulligan. We held them off until a relatively normal 5:30 EST feeding last night, and I hoped for the best. Instead, I got a night of miscellaneous hell.
Around 1:30, I woke up with an upset stomach. Then the wakies took over for a good hour and change. By 3, though (4 on her internal clock, still WAY too early), Tasha took over. Whining to go into the kitchen for a drink. Whining to go out (something she rarely does in the middle of the night). Then unsettled about where she wanted to sleep until we got close to 3:30 on the real clock, when her clock said, Meh, close enough, may as well just put the effort in for breakfast.
I lay there as silently as I could with the cries and whimpers coming fast and furious, but in the end I capitulated and fed everybody at 4 a.m. Even after that, as cats settled down around various corners of my head, Tasha was still unsettled. By 5-something, she needed to go out again. Finally, I managed maybe half an hour of sleep around 6, and a couple more until I finally surrendered to wakedom a bit past 8.
Tonight, I am charging my phone to the max and am putting tunes on through headphones under my pillow starting at 3. Traditionally, this war is over by the end of the first Standard Time week (just as the extra benefit we get when the clocks go the other way in the spring is also over after a few days), but I just have too much going on in life right now to be walking around like a zombie.