Guys, I owe you an apology. I apologize to everyone NOT living in Arizona who had to put up with my bragging and finger pointing and squealing in glee every spring for those 3 years.
I just forgot.
I forgot that life can change on you. I forgot that my family doesn’t tend to stay in one place “forever.” I forgot that I could be like my fellow parents living in the other 48 states who do participate in this Springtime ridiculousness.
Y’all. I forgot about Daylight Saving Time.
And now I have to participate in it this year and every year (that we don’t live in Arizona or Hawaii).
I shared all the “suck it, I live in Arizona memes” with sheer happiness. An abundance of joy, to be honest.
Man, I was so cocky over that extra hour of sleep I never lost. Good times, good times…
I probably shared one too many of those “winter in Arizona” jokes too, eh?
I mean, they were funny because they were true! But still, not cool, not cool at all.
I’m sorry. Please forgive the error of my ways and understand I was under the spell of 70 degree Januarys and never having to remember how to change the clock on my car.
Daylight Saving is back and we can’t avoid it (unless we real quick like move to Arizona or Hawaii – and maybe certain parts of Indiana? I can’t remember).
Our children will not be the same for a week. Our pets either.
Because why would they? It doesn’t make any sense whatsoever.
It’s an old school holdover in a modern time that just seems to disrupt everyone and everything, and won’t someone PLEASE think of the children?!
Okay, so think of the parents, but really- we all suffer through this madness.
Sigh. Groan. Bah.
And yeah, I know, my rant won’t change anything. I’ll just whine and be in pain all week- and remind myself to mind my own business.
Because what do I know? Certainly not as much as the guy who came up with this brilliant plan back during World War I. And all the other guys who said, heck yeah, let’s give parents another circle of hell twice a year! And all the guys since who insist if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Oh wait- maybe I do know more than those guys.
I know when to say when. I know when something makes senses and when it doesn’t and that it’s ok to say, YO, WE MADE A MISTAKE!
Cause this is dumb.
Does Daylight Saving bother you? No? Just me?
Happy monday, y’all!
Patty Holliday is a Marvel loving, Disney obsessed wife, and mother of four. She’s a travel agent specializing in Disney & Universal vacations- and loves a candid confession. Find her in Virginia (or anywhere frequent flyer miles or her trusty minivan takes her.)