This
morning my kid wanted to come with me to my other job (teaching
exercise bootcamps--it's basically the opposite of blogging) so I got
her up at 5:30 a.m. and off we went. Of course last night she stayed up
a little late so my sister could read her two chapters of her latest
Lemony Snicket book. And I think the night before that we had family
movie screening, so it was a late-ish bedtime. I mean, she has an
approximate bedtime, but then there's stuff we wanna do, and when some
family members get home late and want to spend some quality moments
together, we flex it some, and our morning rising time isn't totally
consistent... But what harm can all that do?
Turns out, a hell of a lot. I must tell you I read countless studies
and articles on studies and parenting blah blah every day, but this piece from New York magazine
is possibly the first to motivate me to dramatically change my
priorities.
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