Suddenly it's not so fun anymore. And by suddenly I mean for the past five years. Yep, it stopped being enjoyable right around the time I was blessed with my first child. Why kids don't come out of the womb reading clocks I'll never understand, but Daylight Savings Time would be so nice if they did, wouldn't it?
As I said, I used to so love DST. When I was a teenager it meant one more hour of fabulous sleep before my mother broke into my room yelling "You're wasting the day!!" When I was in college it transformed to the biggest party night of the semester. We'd all raise our glasses (and by glasses I mean the plastic $5-drink-all-night cups) and toast at exactly 2 a.m. cheering, "It's only 1 a.m.!!....Drink up fools!!!" and then in my 20s when I got a real job that I had to return dutifully to each and every Monday it once again became a wonderful weekend that promised me an extra hour of shut eye.
Now? It's crap.
My children wake up when they wake up. They have no idea whether it's 7 a.m. or 5 a.m. or 9 a.m. Just because us adults decided to go and turn back the clocks does not mean my kids will sleep an extra hour.
This means that my children will wake up in the middle of the night (anything before it's light out is the middle of the night in my opinion) and expect me to be all motherly..but you see, I, being the adult that I am, will look at the clock and say "god no child! It's only xxx a.m.!" and my kids will look at me with absolutely no remorse and demand cereal.
I'm so not looking forward to it. It's gonna suck.
I realize that I'm not *losing* an hour of sleep, but I sure do feel like I do.
Because I'm an adult.
And I read clocks.