Monday, March 12, 2012
Daylight Savings Time...
is no friend of mine. Aside from the entire, "Hey it's actually 4AM right now as you hit snooze for, what will be the first of 3 times." (running late and limping from my still sprained ankle is no picnic, btw), there are the obvious complications that come with a time change and ASD. My guys already hated morning as is was, now add in a loss of one hour and sheesh. There aren't words for the scene during my first hour (where we come together and get the day started). Flophouse comes to mind. I have several mats and bean bags outside the relaxation area (a small room with sensory lighting and pillows on the floor). This morning the RA, and all the mats were occupied. There were semi-comatose boys everywhere. We made it through first hour and the shuffled off to their respective classes. No one, came back to me for a break today, either (in retrospect, I should be concerned, or proud if I am an optimist). Tomorrow is another day and hopefully the timechange will continue to go smoothly and all that will continue to result is tiredness.
Written for your enjoyment by Frau M.