Daylight Savings? My ass.

You ruined my Sunday. Second Sunday in a row that NATURE f&^%$ with! Snowtober and now Daylight Savings Time. I get that it was conceived to provide more daylight hours in the summer- the concept is not lost on me. However, in the winter, it just screws up. Look, winter sucks. If you live in New England, at least you signed up to have it suck. It's going to be cold, dark, icy, snowy, and if recent events are indicative of this winter, power-less. So having the clock "fall back" does what? Makes it slightly lighter earlier in the morning? Takes away daylight from the afternoon? Seriously, if you are a rational person, mornings bite anyway. You haven't had your coffee yet, your kid has probably been up for hours, getting out of bed at all takes moxie! Whether it's light out doesn't really make a fig of a difference. It's not like "Wahoo, it's light! I am awakened and refreshed for the day!" At least we can do stuff in the afternoon- you're functioning, the day is rolling along, perhaps even feeling productive? TOO BAD. Now it's dark. Go to bed.

Not to mention that small children can't tell time. They just don't care, or realize, that DST trims electric usage by about 1% each day, (which is a total load of crap- maybe it's lower in the summer but way higher in the winter- we need freaking spotlights to see the end of our noses trying to take out the trash; never mind the I-am-so-freaking-seasonal-affective-disorder lamps that most people hover around like an old-time radio in times of war). It's just time for them to wake up! No toddler cares that it's now 4:30 in the morning, their body is done sleeping and it's ready to rock. Never mind that there is NOWHERE and NOTHING to do with a wide awake child that early. Wegman's doesn't open until 6 am!!! And then, the toddler will be overtired at nap time, thus not sleeping. By the time dinner rolls around (at 4:15 in the afternoon- tummies can't tell time!) said toddler is hell on wheels and mommies everywhere are drinking wine straight out of the bottle if they don't have a prescription for a sleep aid. Daddies just want to at least be able to HEAR their team getting their rears kicked, even if they can't see it for the flying toys that have now become part of the toddler tornado tearing through the living room.

As quickly as it begins- it stops- mommies twitching in rockers, toddler drooling on their shoulders- calm again takes over. A sigh of relief.

Yup, it's 6 pm. Press rewind because tomorrow is going to be just as crappy.