Right now as I write this, it’s close to seven o’clock in the morning at our house and it’s COMPLETELY pitch black. No one is awake except me. And why should they be, really? According to their bodies, it’s somewhere around 5:45 a.m. In just a few minutes, I will have to try and wake up Buck for school. This will not go well. Why? Because Buck didn’t go to bed until 10:00 last night, which of, course, was 9:00 o’clock to him, which of course, is later than his usual bedtime, but it was suddenly light outside at around bedtime last night, so why on Earth would Buck want to go to bed at his regular bedtime? Last night at 9:00 o’clock, my three children were having a dance contest in the living room as I watched holding a child’s toothbrush.
So I’m now headed to Buck’s room to try and rouse him. When this doesn’t work, I will have to pick him up out of his TOP bunk and carry him towards the shower. Buck’s room will be totally pitch black, so I’m sure I will step on some horribly pointy toy as I try to lift him. And now that Buck weighs 90 pounds, that pointy toy will definitely get imbedded in my foot as our combined weight while carrying him reaches well over 220 pounds. Our morning will continue like this until Buck is late for school. I’m sorry to the school in advance, but I have a feeling we won’t be the only family.
As a parent, I hate daylight savings time. In the fall, when you gain an hour of sleep, your children still wake up early so you don’t get to sleep during that extra hour. And in the spring, well, the above happens. Sure, it’s nice to have that hour of daylight in the evening, but wouldn’t that happen anyway just a little bit more slowly? It’s called the rotation of the Earth. It gets lighter as we head towards summer. I don’t think we need a government mandate to make that happen.
And I know the whole, “helping the farmer” argument. But is that argument still valid? Most of Arizona doesn’t observe daylight savings. What do their farmer’s do? Oh crap, I woke up late again! I wish I could screw up everyone in America twice a year so that this wouldn’t happen!
Maybe I’m being selfish. That happens a lot in my world — just ask the kid with the peanut allergy — but I had to vent.
Sitting here in the total darkness with an empty lunch box waiting to be filled, my inner anarchist comes out.
Have a happy (and bright) Monday.