I hate Daylight Savings.
There, I said it. Commence gnashing of jaws and wailing about how you get ‘so much more done’ and ‘it is wonderful coming home to light and sunshine after work’ and what the fuck ever.
Today is the worst day of the year.
I set my alarm for 8am, as I do every weekend morning so I can get a mini sleep in before assessing the destruction waged by Boo who has been up since before the sun came up. And probably before it went down too.
This morning my alarm went off. I set it for 7am which would be 8am but my clock on my nightstand said 6.58am.
I laid there in my sleepy haze trying to wrap my head around that.
Forward or back? Fall forward, spring back.
AND the person who decided when we start Daylight Savings OBVIOUSLY lives in fucking NSW because THEY have just started their school holidays but we in the far superior state of Victoria have all of our kids starting back at school TOMORROW.
So today, with my one hour less and running around saying OMG WHAT IS THE FUCKING TIME ALREADY!?!?!, I have a metric shit ton to do to get ready for the start of the school term. Including finding school bags and uniforms and washing Boo’s hair for the first time in a fortnight.
And mothers of toddlers and melatonin deficient children like mine, dread the start of Daylight Savings because bedtime becomes a motherfucking NIGHTMARE.
‘Mummy, the sun is still up it isn’t time for dinner yet!’
‘Mummy it can’t be bedtime already it is still light’
‘I don’t wanna get up cause I am TIRED!’
I think there is a reason why parents drink more in summer. And Daylight Savings is totally sponsored by Absolut Vodka.
So are you with me? Boycotting Daylight Savings?
But not Absolut Vodka, because… well OBVIOUSLY.