Daylight Savings is Trying to Kill Me

Don’t try to talk me out of it, I’m convinced that is what’s going on here.  How else can you explain taking an hour from a busy mom’s day when she is ordinarily trying to cram 26 hours worth of stuff into 24 hours?  Then to wake up and find out that you lost yet another hour?  There’s no other explanation.  Welcome to the week where I will be late for absolutely everything.  It’s also the week where I consider moving to Arizona, who doesn’t bother with ridiculous things like changing the clock for no particular reason twice a year.  Which reminds me, I need to look into the Bar requirements there…

Once upon a time, I loved spring forward.  It was actually one of my favorite “holidays”.  What wasn’t to love – an extra hour of daylight and days that felt like the flew by for the first week or so.  Now, not so much.  That extra hour of daylight makes it difficult to convince Greenleigh that it’s actually bedtime.  Just wait until the summer, when she’s going to bed when it’s still light out.  That was so much fun to explain last year, I can’t wait for this year since she’s much more of a negotiator.  Oh, and those days that fly by for the first week or so?  Yeah, not so fun now.  Did I mention that I’m typically trying to cram 26 hours worth of stuff into 24 hours?  Now make that 23 hours (at least for the first day).  Oh, and when my family and I get used to the longer days and extra sunshine?  You know, in the Fall?  Yeah, that will be just about the time that Daylight Savings will swoop in and take it all away again.  And that will be when I get to be greeted by my kids for the day at 5 or 6 am, instead of 6 or 7, because of yet another time change.  Seriously?  Let’s just be done with this already.

Apparently, Benjamin Franklin is to blame.  This whole Daylight Saving thing was his idea.  He had kids – three of them, actually.  How could he not foresee the problems that this random time change would spawn?  How could he be so cold and heartless?

Because like I said – It’s killing me.  My kids are not adjusting well and neither am I.  Yesterday we were able to make it through the day relatively unscathed, but today was a whole different story.  Hazeline woke up at 1am screaming.  She might not have gotten enough to eat during the short day yesterday.  Or it could be the 12 month growth spurt (if there is such a thing), but I choose to  blame time change.  Needless to say, I’m one tired mom today.  Shocking, I know, yet another post about my lack of sleep.  Sleep, if you’re out there, just know that I miss you.

Of course this time isn’t exactly without its perks.  This morning I had to wake Greenleigh up, something I normally try to avoid, but had no choice since we were going to be (extra) late to school.  I know she heard me but she refused to wake up.  I carried her out of bed while she was still sleeping.  By the time we reached her bathroom, she was begging to go back to bed.  She told me over and over again that she was tired, despite the fact that she had gotten 12 hours of sleep.  How divine does that sound?  Twelve whole hours of sleep.  [Insert heavy sigh here.]  As I tried to get her changed for the day, she demanded to get back in her pajamas.

As I negotiated with Greenleigh to get her into her school clothes this morning, I couldn’t help but giggle to myself – Remember all those nights when you got me up at 3 or 4 am, for no reason other than that you wanted to play?  Payback my little friend, payback.

Okay, so maybe Daylight Savings isn’t so bad…