I have never really understood the purpose of daylight saving’s time. Why are we saving daylight and then giving it away again? I suppose for people in northern states, it makes sense to be bundled up in the house by a crackling fire with a cup of hot cocoa in hand at 6:00 p.m. because who wants to be out in the snow and ice? (Side note: I am not suggesting you northerners are doing this on the regular. I know your lives are just as busy as mine is, but I can hope that SOMEONE gets a damn hot cocoa.)
For me, in the Sunshine State, I’d prefer to be leaving for the gym at 6 and returning home at 7 to take my son for a walk and a ride in his little truck before book and bath time. I always thought as a parent, that I would love time change because I could shove my child(ren) to bed earlier. But no. As a working mom who only sees her child after 3:00 each day, well, I’m not a fan.
You see, this first week after time change, I’m lucky I have pants on when I leave the house. On Monday, my clothes didn’t match. On Tuesday, I couldn’t find my shoes. On Wednesday, I almost fell asleep at the wheel, and on Thursday, I forgot to put mascara on. But I put eyeliner on. Figure that one out.
Not to mention, my son’s schedule got tweaked slightly. Because I work, the mornings don’t affect me, but instead of his sleepy-headedness at 7:00 a.m. during drop off or his typical continue sleeping until 8:30, my mother-in-law has had to deal with a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed toddler at 7:00 a.m., one day without any sign of a nap between sunrise and 3:00 p.m. when I picked him up.
I guess what it really comes down to is I’m not a fan of any kind of change. As a working mom, I get into a routine, it works, and then we have to acclimate to something new. But more than that, in the summertime when it’s sunny until 8:00 p.m., it feels like there are more hours in the day. It feels normal to be at the gym at 7:00 and putting my kid in the bathtub at 8:30. It feels normal to stay up until 10 or 11 or 12… or however long it takes me to get through Season 2 of The Walking Dead… when the sun hasn’t been down for hours. It feels freaking weird to cook dinner in the dark, walk the dog in the dark, plan tomorrow’s clothes in the dark.
As working moms, we need time. Or even the façade of time. I don’t want the lack of daylight to force me into my pajamas at 6:30. What about you?