It’s that time of year again. The time change. That hour in between Saturday night and Sunday morning when we’re all supposed to set our clocks back or forward, according to whatever season it is.

It’s no secret that I hate the time change with a passion.  I find it to be inconvenient, unnecessary, irksome, exhausting, and just plain stupid.  In all honesty, it doesn’t matter whether you move the clock forward an hour or backward an hour — you still only get the 24 hours in one day.  It’s like that old joke about cutting the end of your blanket and sewing it to the other end, right?

Anyway, I last ranted posted about the time change last year when we were all getting ready to spring forward.  Which sounds like so much more fun that it actually is.  I don’t spring anywhere, these days, let alone ahead of time.  I’m more of a dodderer.  Now we’re preparing to fall back, and I feel pretty strongly about that as well.

I think this change – the one in the fall where we *lose* an hour and *end Daylight Savings Time* is the best change.  In fact, I fully support staying on this time all the time.  Let’s just do away with that whole ‘set your clocks forward’ thing in the spring and stay here where it’s daylight in the morning when I get up and dark when I try to put my toddler to bed.  It’s nice here.  Comfortable.  The way it was intended to be in The Beginning.  Why are we bouncing back and forth anyway?

I know a few people who say they really love being on Daylight Savings Time.  “I get so much more done in the evenings before it gets dark,” they cry.  Puh-leeze.  I’m an early riser.  I like to get up in the morning and attack my day.  Which is terribly difficult to do when it’s pitch-freaking-black outside at 7:00 a.m.  So my attack has to wait and that puts everything else I (or anyone else in my house) need to get going behind.  It makes me late.  It makes me rush.  It makes me angry.  I don’t like it.  I do not.   I want to be able to get more done at the front end of the day so I can relax at the back end of the day.  On my back end.  Tee hee.

Anyway, as if the pinball time changing vortex of horrible-ness wasn’t already insane enough … several years ago, someone decided we should increase the time spent on DST and bumped that infernal Spring Forward dumbassery ahead a month. So now, instead of getting to enjoy spring, we lose an hour of time even earlier!  AND someone (the same idiots from the Spring Forward Sooner movement, no doubt) also decided to make us stay in DST even later.  So here we are at the beginning of November preparing to get back the hour we lost almost 8 months ago.  Ugh.

I still haven’t adjusted to the spring time change.  I spent the entire spring, summer and fall feeling utterly exhausted.  I slept poorly – knowing I would be spending each and every day rushing to cram everything into the shorter mornings so I could keep everything on schedule in the afternoons.  It has been REEE-DONK-U-LOUS.  My kids haven’t adjusted, either.  They’re sluggish in the mornings because it’s still dark when they get up.  Without sunlight to motivate us, we’re a surly bunch.

So I’m very much looking forward to this fall time change.  I’m certain it will put me back in the right frame of mind to tackle the mountain of activities and events coming up in the next couple months.  And I’m pretty seriously considering staying here, on Standard Time, no matter what the rest of the country is doing.  There are some states  who don’t comply with the whole Changing Time business.  And since I can’t move to one of them, I’m thinking about just starting a grassroots movement right here where I live to keep Standard Time in place.  Forever.

I’ve discussed this at length with friends and family, who all agree with me.  The time change is barbaric.  It’s arcane.  It’s needless.  It’s dumb.  Pick a time.  Stick with it.  The idea of ‘losing time’ and ‘gaining time’ is silly.  It’s the same 24 hour day the Greeks set us up with, my friends.  And I think it’s high time we take back control of our clocks.  Who’s with me?

Love & Blessings,

That Farm Mama

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