The end of daylight savings. Best. Day. Ever!
As a parent of a 7-year-old, falling back an hour to standard time is the most wonderful time of the year.
Forget about Mother’s Day, Christmas, birthday, anniversary, Valentine’s Day or Thanksgiving, when else is the gift of time presented to you on a silver platter?
A glorious extra hour to sleep, play, read, wash dishes, fold laundry, sew, attempt to procreate, or do nothing at all, is something you can’t put a price tag on.
Think about it; all the complaining we parents do about time flying, how there is never enough of it and what a precious commodity it is. How then can moms and dads not appreciate a bonus 60 minutes added to our day?
Granted, parents of infants and toddlers may have a slightly different take on the annual clock-tinkering ritual. After all, when my kid was a baby, all falling back meant was being awoken by a screaming kid at 5 in the morning, instead of 6.
Nothing too awesome about that.
But that was then, and this is now.
Now, the sun will set before dinner, and since dark means bedtime around here, theoretically I could send my daughter to bed at 6 p.m. without tangling with the “but, it’s still light outside” argument.
When it’s pitch black by 6:01 p.m., power has been restored to the parents.
Personally, I welcome the end of bedtime negotiating. Dark is dark and black is my favorite color.
Of course, if you have a child, who is highly sensitive to schedule changes, then you might not be joining me in my end of daylight savings happy dance.
If you are anticipating that your child’s highly attuned internal alarm clock will go bonkers because of the change, you could move up her bedtime by an hour. Or, adjust her Sunday naptime by 15 to 30 minutes to make up for falling back.
Or, you could just go cold turkey and let the chips fall as they may.
Do you love or hate falling back?