Sunday, November 6, 2011

daylight saving

I hate Daylight Saving Time.

Correction: I hate Standard Time.

The "extra hour" of sleep? It's a myth. Especially when you have a little one. Most kids will go to bed at bedtime, sleep their usual number of hours, and then wake up. A lot of adults too (at least those of us that have been trained by our kids or jobs or whatever) will go to bed, sleep the pre-determined number of hours, and wake up. I strongly protest this part of my new mommy-lifestyle, but it's an unfortunate side effect. I try to sleep in on the few days Nick gets up with Oliver (he works some Saturdays and therefore rightfully gets those Sundays) but most often it's no use. I'm up anyway.

But back to Daylight Saving.

Why dick with the clocks?

I know the government tells us that it saves energy, and that's great, but for those of us that leave the house and then return home at about the same times every day... I don't get how it helps. It's dark in the morning and it's dark at night. We turn on the lights and the heat.

Basically, I enjoy clocks as they are right now, (except for maybe if we could add an hour, but that's wishful thinking) where the sun comes up on my way to work, and it gets dark around dinnertime. I understand that the days are always shorter in the winter months, but I still don't like the switch. Maybe it's living on the frigid "North Coast" of Ohio... getting up and going outside is bad enough when it's 10 degrees outside and you're driving through a snowstorm, does it have to be pitch black too? This article seems to say that Standard Time is healthier, something about messing with the internal clock, but I say boo to them. They must not live in the northeast United States, where we need our dang sunlight in the evening.

Watch for posts this winter where I bitch about seasonal affective disorder.