You’ll have to forgive me for not updating the blog this week, I’ve been a little tired. Sure, being six months pregnant could be part of it, but I think it has more to do with not getting that extra hour of sleep this past weekend.

Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to sleep in a little — I’ll take every minute of rest I can get at this point — but apparently my boys’ internal clock doesn’t recognize Daylight Saving Time.

As morning broke on Sunday, both boys came running into my room wide awake and ready to start the day. I turned over to look at the clock: 6:45 a.m.

No big deal; my sons are early risers, and 7 is nothing to shrug at — even on the weekends. Just one problem: It wasn’t 6:45, it was 5:45 … a.m. … on a Sunday!

“Don’t you guys want to go back to bed?” I asked (er, begged is more like it).

But they just climbed up into bed. “I want cereal,” my 4-year-old said.

During the week, they’ve slowly started getting back on track with the rest of the Eastern Standard Time Zone. (This morning, they woke up only a half-hour earlier than usual.)

By the end of the month, we should all be back on a normal sleep schedule again, just in time to spring forward and welcome a new baby.