Dear Daylight Savings Time,

I have made my grievances known in the past. This time, I do not dignify your existence with a blog post.

Or, well, okay, this is one blog post, but after this, I shall only mention you in passing. So there.

Love,
Me

See, the thing I don’t like about daylight savings time is that it doesn’t work. I mean, it might work to save energy. That’s possible. But it doesn’t work. We fall back, we get an “extra hour,” and the kids do not sleep longer. They do not sleep in later. They don’t even really go to bed earlier, because if they went to bed an hour earlier, they’d be going to sleep before Dane even got home from work. And that’s just silly. So I end up being awake later, and up earlier, and the whole thing’s just, you know, not all that fabulous.

I know, I know, we’ll all be adjusted soon enough, and then I can forget about how much I detest daylight savings time until the spring, when we change the clocks and I get to remember all over again. Whoowee. Something to look forward to.