This week's issue is Daylight Savings Time. I used to love it unequivocally but now it is more of a love/hate relationship. When I was a kid and it was at the end of April where it should be, I loved it because it meant that summer was coming closer. Now, never mind thoughts of summer, it doesn't even wait until spring starts.
Then when my kids were young, I hated it. Passionately. For one thing, it would completely mess up sleep schedules (which we all know is more precious than gold). It also meant listening to at least a couple of kids go on and on about how they can't possibly go to bed now because it is still light out. When my kids got a little older and it was at the beginning of April, I liked it again but do you think that they could leave well enough alone? No, of course not. So now, I find myself hating it again. Why, you may ask? For starters, I find it curious (stupid? ridiculous?) that it has been moved to the middle of March to "save electricity". Really, and how does it do that? We changed the clocks this weekend so it is once again pitch black when we get up at 6:00 in the morning. Because it is so dark, we have to turn on every light in the house (and those with kids know that it is indeed every light). Also it is bright out when we leave so there is a good chance that some of the lights will go unnoticed and remain on all day. I may not be good at math but it's easy to figure out that leaving lights on all day does not equal electricity savings. Finally instead of feeling like spring is right around the corner, the mornings now feel like December all over again. Even baseball, which in recent years has moved its season opener to March, has not started yet. Of course, my husband is not all that sympathetic to my plight so I am not really allowed to talk about it at home. Every time I bring it up, he just rolls his eyes and gets that "watch out, she's on her rant again look."
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