Fall Back

Farmer's Market chic.

This time change is killing me, people.  I disliked it before I had a child, but now I have a level of hatred so deep, so extreme that if Daylight Savings was a person there would be a real danger of my murdering him were we to run into each other on the street.  As my readers who are parents know routine is the key to a baby's sleep schedule and, in turn, to a parent's sanity.  The time change hasn't altered the Muffin Man's routine, per se, but now it's happening one hour earlier.  This may not seem like a big deal, but let me assure you that there is a giant psychological difference between viewing a clock display that says 5:30AM versus one that says 6:30AM.  Ugh.  I'm working on getting Noah back onto his normal time schedule, but this is not easy to do when the sun wakes him up before six.  As I tweeted yesterday, whoever invented Daylight Savings must have hated people who have children.  It's pretty much the ultimate revenge.

I suspect that our transition into the earlier wake up call would've gone more smoothly had we not been out partying on Saturday night.  A dear friend of mine from college turned 25(ish) this weekend, so we got gussied up and headed to Mr. Chow for dinner in her honor.  I've lived in Los Angeles quite a while, long enough that I'm pretty much unimpressed and jaded when in the presence of Hollywood and famous faces, but Mr. Chow is a trip.  No matter what day of the week it is, you are guaranteed to navigate a phalanx of paparazzi to get in the front door and, once inside, to see at least one, if not upwards of ten, famous or infamous diners.  The decor is straight out of 1985 (think Dynasty), the prices outrageous and the service less than stellar, but this doesn't seem to hurt their business.  I like to think people are going for the delicious Peking Duck, but I have a feeling it has more to do with the chance to get their photograph in In Touch rather than any particular affinity for gourmet Chinese food.  Anyway, we had a rousing time, we drank a bit too much, and we didn't get home until almost midnight, so a good time was had by all.

My Sunday wake up call came at about 5AM, so I guess my days of luxuriating in that extra hour of sleep are officially behind me.  I'd like to say that I was as happy to greet the day as my son, but thanks to a few too many glasses of champagne, I was not feeling it.  We hit the farmer's market early (mainly because we were in desperate need of caffeine), and then our Sunday afternoon involved taking advantage of free Grandparent childcare to attend yet another preschool tour for an institution we can't afford.  They put on a nice program, but we weren't all that impressed with their preschool campus.  This particular school goes from preschool to grade 12, so we had dreams of applying once and then being done until college application time, but sadly that's not going to happen.  Keep in mind, we've now seen five schools, so we have a pretty good sense of what we're looking for, and this one did not have warm and inviting classrooms or an attractive and spacious playground.  Five down, six more to go.  Oy.

My 10 month old loves Peruvian food.

Now this is what I call romantic.

Last night we were so exhausted we picked up Pollo a la Brasa, ate dinner at 5:30PM, got into bed after we put Noah down, and were asleep by 8PM.  Good thing, since this morning's wake up call came just before six.  It's gonna be a very long Monday.