Zoning Out

Q: What's the one and only downside to sending my toddler to California for a week?

A: Pacific Standard Time.

She and Jeremy got home late, late, late Friday night and I should have had a clue that she was still on California time by the fact that she was so darn perky at midnight.

The next day, she got up at a reasonable hour and napped at her normal time. We had baby-sitters come to watch the girls so we could go see Chris Rock. I told them Chelsea's bedtime was 8 o'clock, but not to worry if it was a little bit later.

Guess when she finally went to sleep? 10:30pm. Poor baby-sitters! They tried so hard to get Little Miss Stubborn to go to bed and were met with a tirade of crying, foot-stomping, and "I WOULD NOT LIKE TO GO TO BED!!!"

You would think with the number of times that Jeremy and I have traveled to California in the past, oh, TEN YEARS that we've been living on the east coast, we'd have figured out this whole time zone thing.

Guess not.