I hate daylight savings time. Let me repeat that, I HATE daylight savings time. Nope, I still do not feel better. I understand that people all across the US have been changing clocks their whole lives. Nevertheless, I happen to live in one of just three states who don’t observe the annoying practice. That is until my lovely state legislation decided in 2006 that they wanted my state to be taken seriously and join the ranks of the big boys. Although they deny this is the reason, I tend not to believe politicians. However, I will spare you and save that rant for another blog.

In the spring, my day is cut short, but in the fall, I feel like it is the longest day of my life. I didn’t even realize that we changed clocks this weekend. I had no idea that my son actually woke up at 6am as opposed to 7am. It didn’t dawn on me that the Wiggles were on instead of Higglytown Heroes. I just assumed Disney was pulling another programming change. In addition, I felt a little stupid when I called my kid’s babysitter to ask if everything was ok, because she was late and she is never late. Not realizing that I spent all day yesterday and half of the day today not really knowing what time it is.

I guess that is enough complaining… until the spring. And once again, DST messes up my day and the kid’s sleep schedule. Such is life.