Spring Ahead Suckers.

I really dislike the whole spring-ahead/fall-back thing. I’m especially annoyed that it now happens in November and March, rendering the whole time change thing rather moot. All the running around for a meezly 4 months. Why bother? It leads me to think about moving to a state that does not partake in such insanity. LikeĀ Arizona and Hawaii. Obviously, they are smarter people. (The weather is better too.)

I hated the whole time-change-thing even when I was single, but I would just sleep in or go to bed earlier to make up for the lost hour of sleep. However, now that I have a toddler, I don’t get to make it up. Nope. That lost hour is lost forever. Bye-Bye beauty sleep, which is why I look like crap. (Even though it hasn’t happened yet, I still look like crap just stressing about it.)

Plus, it reeks havoc on the aforementioned toddler. Up early, down late, up late, down early. It is a freaking circus. Or a bad aerobics class. One or the other. (Though Isis Parenting has some tips on how to handle it.)

I know many big-wig companies lobbied for it. Maybe some environmental groups. But seriously? 4 months? I think there is even a study about how the changes cause more accidents because people get confused.

Am I confused? Maybe. But I do know that I’m definitely annoyed. Especially when I have to change all the clocks in the house – a total of 14. Yet somehow I always forget about the one in the car.


I live green and support the concept of the daylight savings making the world more green, but it doesn’t mean I can’t be ticked off in the process.

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  1. I hate it too. I hated it much more, though, when my kids were babies/toddlers. What a nightmare. Just when I though I had the sleep thing sort of figured out, the clock had to go and change. Argh.

    Nowadays, I have to try to explain the time change to my kids. (“It’s time to go to school? But I just woke up!”) When I tried to tell my daughter about the clocks changing every spring and fall, she looked at me suspiciously and said, “It’s not spring!” She has a point.

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