The Zen Of Daylight Saving Time

(An oldie, but a goodie. Enjoy!)


Here I sit. Bleary-eyed. Unmotivated. Exhausted.

And it’s almost 11am. Gosh, I could swear it was only 10 o’clock. Where did the time go? (Bear with me. These jokes are going to continue for the next couple of days.)

I loathe Daylight Saving Time in the spring. Loathe it. I start dreading it. I try to prepare for it by getting to bed earlier and waking up earlier. It never works. (Although, I will say that since having kids I notice the effects less and less. Chalk it up to being perpetually sleep deprived.)

So imagine my surprise when the priest at mass Saturday night says, “I know you are all here this evening, but I invite you to join us again tomorrow morning for my favorite day of the year!”

Favorite? Did I hear wrong? My ears perk up. Because tomorrow is my least favorite day of the year.

“Trust me,” he goes on to share, “It’s a blast! Because at about 40 minutes into the mass, people start trickling in thinking they’re arriving early when actually they’re 40 minutes late. The expressions on their faces?  Priceless!”

I can only imagine.

I hate to be late for anything. I had to learn to deal with that personality quirk after children, however. It seems they have their own agendas when it comes to being anywhere – Toddler Time, I used to call it. Now? It has no name. Other than late. But I digress…

Whose brilliant idea was it to move Daylight Saving Time smack dab in the middle of flu and cold season? Certainly not a mother of small children. And explaining bedtime while the sun is still blaring outside? How do the mothers of Alaska do it?

I asked a friend how she felt about this time of year. Didn’t she just hate it?

“No,” she replied.

Oh, you’re one of those who think the extra hour of sunshine is worth it?

“Not really,” she said, “I just don’t have an opinion about something I can’t change.”

Oh, how very Zen of you.

Pfffft. I wish I could be like her. I really do. But no matter how hard I try I can’t get over the fact that I’m losing one whole hour of sleep, one whole hour of my life every single spring. Sure, I get it back in the fall (Hence, my absolute favorite day of the year. Ok, not absolute – but certainly in the top 10!) but is really worth all this trouble?

Daylight Saving Time was established to save energy. The theory is that taking advantage of the daytime hours we will all use less electricity. Go ahead. Google it. There are conflicting studies out there with regards to the validity of this theory. And many claim that there is little to no effect in any energy savings during this time.

Little to no effect.

I choose to believe those studies.

So, again, I ask is it worth it?


Oh, I suppose all of you out there are so very Zen, too.


Well, I’m stepping off this path of enlightenment…

and going back to bed.


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8 responses to “The Zen Of Daylight Saving Time

  1. I have to go with your friend.
    though this year, the change was more hideous than usual for me.

  2. Like you, Jane, I’d rather Fall back than Spring ahead. I don’t mind darkness, but I’ve noticed that people that have seasonal affective disorder (my husband, namely) get so much easier to live with once the days are longer.

  3. I’m here to rage, rage against the Saving of the Light here right with you. I don’t have to dread it because I live in happy denial until it smacks me right in the face a few days before, but it turns me into a shuffling zombie for weeks afterward and I think it’s stupid and senseless and cruel and horrible.
    (What, me, overdramatic?)

  4. I have to admit it doesn’t really bother me either. I don’t tend to have a regular sleep pattern anyway, as I’m a dj, so I tend to adjust quite easily. Less so with the time change between travelling from the US and back to the UK.

    • With all of your world travels, I’d say you have a built-in tolerance to time changes. I’m sorry. But you have been disqualified from this “Who’s With Me!” competition. 😉

  5. Okay, don’t hate me, but I actually prefer springing forward to falling back. On Sunday, my 3yo daughter, who had been waking up with the sun at 6, magically slept in until 7 and has kept right on doing that all week. Meanwhile, in the fall, the kids all get up an hour earlier and it’s sayonara to sleep for me.

    Don’t get me wrong: I’ll be complaining as loudly as anybody else once the days get longer and it stays light until 9 p.m. (I can always be counted on for complaining – either in the moment of sometime down the road.) 🙂

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