Posted by Gina Perkins, Pre-School Mommie | Posted in Gina Perkins | Posted on 06-11-2012
Tags: daylight savings, Daylight Savings Time, DST, time
Dear Daylight Savings Time,
Five A.M. and I would like to thank you for reacquainting us. Our relationship has been a roller-coaster of sorts, as we ebb and flow out of each other’s lives. Our most recent rendezvous was several months ago, when Bitzy was born. But, come to think of it, at that time – I was spending a lot of time with Two A.M., Three A.M., and Four A.M., too. I don’t know, maybe I made Five A.M. feel insecure as I flounced around with those wee hours of the early morning. Maybe Five A.M. was just plotting his return into my life, and you, Mr. Savings-Time, provided the perfect opportunity.
Mr. Savings-Time, you’re familiar with my three year old daughter, DJ, right? Yes, I think that the two of you have developed a complicated love-hate relationship. Well, maybe the hate is coming more from my side….but, that’s neither here nor there. We realize that while you only strut into our lives twice a year, sashaying to the seemingly cute tune of “Fall Back, Spring Forward,” your affects are felt year-round. Thank you for that, really.
DJ is what we call a “Spirited Child.” By definition, this simply means that she’s more. More sensitive, more passionate, more intense – and certainly more reactive to change. Our family has a seemingly dysfunctional relationship with your cousin, Night-Time. We have spent a lot of time (and money) trying to break from our co-dependent relationship with her. I regret to consider that you and your cousin are in cahoots with one another, trying to rob us of our sanity. It seems as though whenever Night-Time surrenders to our control, you, Mr. Savings-Time, come around and strip us of our honor. It’s like you two just can’t stand to see us win. Why? Why can’t you just let us win?
(Oh, and just a side note – it seems as though another relative of yours, Nap-Time, is also trying to ruin us. Quite honestly, I don’t know what we’ve done to deserve your collective disruption of our lives).
So, Mr. Savings-Time, here is where I tell you that I do not appreciate the ways you come into our lives and turn things upside down. I don’t know whether it’s malicious, or just a product of your being, but it’s got to stop. My 3 year old and my 7 1/2 month old have been out of sorts for the past 3 days. They’ve been unable to sleep, and as a result, I’ve been unable to parent productively. We are tired. No, wait, we are exhausted. And, in the world of children and mothers – exhaustion equals moody, impatient, prone to tantrums, and too much T.V. You’ve got to stop with this.
I beg you to consider taking a hiatus from forcing the clocks to change their hands on account of you. I implore you to just leave us all alone come Spring…when we all begrudgingly “spring forward.” I ask that you not coerce local businesses, schools, churches, and households, to adjust their schedules according to your annual ritual. I mean, just look around – those in Arizona and Hawaii are just so much happier, right? You do realize that the federal law that established you, Mr. Daylight Savings Time, doesn’t actually require any area to observe you? And, that is why I have copied Ms. California, and Mr. United States on this letter as well. You’ve let the power go to your head.
I want to thank you for your… time. I trust that you will consider my requests, and ultimately, do the right thing. Our children don’t deserve this, we don’t deserve this. Please, stop the madness – right here, right now.
A Mom Whose Had Enough
P.S. Your name is deceptive….”Savings,” what exactly are you saving?