Before I was a parent I was a person. And as a person I could adjust twice a year to the bizarre custom known as Daylight Savings Time (DST). Now I am a parent. Of two. And while the Autumnal DST seemed to help our family schedule, this whole process of springing forward is worse than a C-section recovery.
Daylight savings time is the epitome of frustration for many of the parents I know. Just when you have it all figured out, just when naptime finally happens many hours before dinner, just when the kids are finally going to bed by 8, DST comes to wreak havoc on family life.
It makes me wish I had saved one of those stress balls that were so popular in the 90’s. Or that I had all my materials already gathered for my future cob house. Some manual mud and straw mixing could do wonders. Better still would be some grandparents within 1000 miles. What I’d give to be able to drop my kids off with the grandparents….
After a couple days of attempting to come to terms with the unfortunate affliction that is DST, after increased quantities of caffine and endless minutes spent listening to Harry Potter audiobooks (much to my husband’s chagrin), after falling asleep last night at 9PM without brushing my teeth and still wearing my slippers, I have finally realized something that makes me feel much better.
I am not alone. If you have young children it is highly likely that you are sporking yourself in the eyeball right along with me. Thank you. I like to think we will persevere over time. And in the meantime, they tell me spring is on the way. One brave frontyard daffodil has started to peek out- let’s hope it’s a trendsetter.
We have taken down our paper snowflakes and put up our spring flowers made of tissue paper. When my toddler reminds me, “I don’t WANT to go to BED!” I just look at them hanging from the woodstove pipe and breathe. We’ll get it all sorted out again. Just in time to fall back………