On Sunday, along with much (but not all) of the US, we set our clocks back an hour. I confess that I didn’t even realize it was that weekend until my houseguest, a great friend from college, told me, so it was after breakfast that I made the mental adjustment.
I hate the time change. I don’t see the benefit and see only the inconvenience. Our body clocks have to be reset. We have to go through and change the clocks not just at home, but also at work. When DST dates were changed a while ago, we had to rewrite software at work to make that work. Here in Texas, where the weather is mildest and most outdoorsy in October and still quite lovely in November, the early dark just cuts down on our after school playground time.
The kids. Oh, my goodness, the kids. We’re not as routine-bound as we were when the girls were much littler, but staying up an hour later and expecting to wake an hour later is a little ridiculous. Don’t even get me started about the Spring change. Ugh.
When I woke my 7-year-olds on Monday, J flipped out. She saw the light coming through the windows and was convinced that we were late for school. Once I was able to calm her, I reminded her of the Daylight Saving shift. She was unimpressed, describing it as a “bad idea.”
M has told me that she’s been “crunky” (that is, cranky) all week.
I asked J for her thoughts on it today, after she’d had a few days to think about Daylight Saving.
“I don’t like it. It confuses me about the time and also makes me all tingly about the time sometimes, like ‘What time is this? What time is this? What time is this?'”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Sadia (rhymes with Nadia) has been coordinating How Do You Do It? since late 2012. She is the divorced mother of 7-year-old monozygotic twins, M and J. She lives with them and their 3 cats in the Austin, TX suburbs and works full time as a business analyst. She retired her personal blog, Double the Fun, when the girls entered elementary school and also blogs at Adoption.com and Multicultural Mothering.