I am not a fan of Daylight Saving Time. This is not to say that I don't enjoy daylight. I do! I just can't get over the fact that an hour has been lost...and will remain lost for months. I hate losing things.
For weeks after we spring forward, I will hold a grudge. I will arrive on time for work and church and the boys' various sporting events; but I will be thinking, "It's REALLY 7:00 AM. Why am I at work at 7:00 AM?"
My husband loves Eastern Daylight Time. Over the years, he has tried to win me over. He looks forward to the long, light-filled evenings. I dread the dark mornings, knowing I will walk the dog and drive to work bleary-eyed.
My husband goes to bed early...a full hour earlier now that we are on EDT. He yawns and stretches and heads to our room.
"Why are you going to bed?" I ask. "It's only 9:00 PM (even though the clocks say 10:00)."
"That time is over," he reminds me patiently.
I stay up, eating popcorn and watching the entire 11:00 news. After all, it is REALLY only 10:00. For a few nights, I even stay awake for part of Jimmy Kimmel.
When the alarm goes off at 5:45 AM (which is actually 4:45), I am unreasonably angry. Who, in their right mind, gets up at 4:45?
Eventually, I will adjust. While parked near the fields at my son's evening soccer practice, I will realize that I can clearly see to read the pages of my book without turning on the dome light. I will notice, reluctantly at first, that I am actually tired at 11:00, which is really 10:00. After a couple of weeks, it will be noticeably lighter outside in the mornings when I walk the dog; and it will be nice and bright in the evening when I take her out. Soon, I know, I will enjoy late evening walks through the trails in our neighborhood, and I will appreciate the fact that we can watch an entire lacrosse game before night falls. I will grudgingly forgive Daylight Saving Time, but I will look forward to falling gently back in November where I will find the hour I've been missing.