I never thought much about DST - I liked it in the fall and didn't like it as much in the spring, but I could have cared less. Then I moved to Arizona where there is no DST, and that was nice because I didn't have to run around changing clocks twice a year (that usually took a couple months to complete because I'm pretty lazy about changing clocks).
Then I had kids and realized how horrible DST really is. When they're babies, it's not so bad, but once they start understanding things like 'it's time to go to bed when it's dark', it becomes a problem. We made that mistake before fully appreciating that it gets dark awfully late in the summer, so the first summer our son was old enough to make that connection we had to come up with all sorts of stories to try to explain why he needed to go to bed at 7:30 when it looks like the middle of the day when just 2 weeks prior bedtime was at 'dark time'.
Transitioning in the fall seems a bit easier since it does get dark earlier and bedtime is naturally associated with darkness. But, Sunday was a bit challenging and I felt a little off all day (and I don't think it had anything to do with the Cornhuskers terrible loss to my husband's alma mater . . .). Anyway, the kids seemed hungry and I looked at the clock and it said 5pm so I started making dinner. Well, since I had already changed my nightstand clock and the phones and car change automatically, no one bothered to change the living room clock. So, at 5:30 I sat my kids down to dinner, looked at my phone and realized that it was just 4:30 in the afternoon. Man, this was going to be a long evening.
The baby barely made it to 6pm and the kids were ready to go a little early too. It was nice to have a few extra minutes of relaxation before my bedtime, but I knew it would be ruined when everyone was up early on Monday. They were up early, though not as early as they were on Sunday, but I knew a nice long day at school should tire them out and get them back on track. It did, and I have to admit I'm enjoying the daylight at 6am. It's so much easier to get up. DST sucks when you have kids. Just sayin'.
Then I had kids and realized how horrible DST really is. When they're babies, it's not so bad, but once they start understanding things like 'it's time to go to bed when it's dark', it becomes a problem. We made that mistake before fully appreciating that it gets dark awfully late in the summer, so the first summer our son was old enough to make that connection we had to come up with all sorts of stories to try to explain why he needed to go to bed at 7:30 when it looks like the middle of the day when just 2 weeks prior bedtime was at 'dark time'.
Transitioning in the fall seems a bit easier since it does get dark earlier and bedtime is naturally associated with darkness. But, Sunday was a bit challenging and I felt a little off all day (and I don't think it had anything to do with the Cornhuskers terrible loss to my husband's alma mater . . .). Anyway, the kids seemed hungry and I looked at the clock and it said 5pm so I started making dinner. Well, since I had already changed my nightstand clock and the phones and car change automatically, no one bothered to change the living room clock. So, at 5:30 I sat my kids down to dinner, looked at my phone and realized that it was just 4:30 in the afternoon. Man, this was going to be a long evening.
The baby barely made it to 6pm and the kids were ready to go a little early too. It was nice to have a few extra minutes of relaxation before my bedtime, but I knew it would be ruined when everyone was up early on Monday. They were up early, though not as early as they were on Sunday, but I knew a nice long day at school should tire them out and get them back on track. It did, and I have to admit I'm enjoying the daylight at 6am. It's so much easier to get up. DST sucks when you have kids. Just sayin'.
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