Oh daylight savings, you sly minx. Well played last weekend, well played.
I have once again underestimated your ability to cause chaos.
If you think about it, changing the clock is a pretty odd thing. Time is one of those things that an entire society has to agree on to work. It’s kind of like picking a side of the road to drive on, everybody has to be on the joke or the results really aren’t funny.
And my kids aren’t in on the daylight savings punch line. They are not amused.
My house is struggling because we can’t agree on what time it is. The kiddos’ sleep cycles and tummies aren’t digging an hour shift.
For some reason, they are protesting the whole thing by waking up even earlier than usual. I’ve always had early birds, but they’ve been celebrating daylight savings by waking up at 5 this week. I’m kind of over it.
On a positive note, I had no problem being on time for my son’s 9 am dental appointment yesterday because I had four hours to get us there.
Also, it turns out that things could be much worse. I thought it was confusing to shift the clocks twice a year, but apparently this is the modern, simple approach to making good use of the daylight. According to my good friend Wikipedia, some ancient civilizations dealt with the changing hours of daylight by varying the length of hours seasonally. They often divided the daylight into twelve hours so that hours were longer in the summer and shorter in the winter.
Can you imagine implementing that today? I’m pretty sure I’d always be late if time was a moving target.