I used to love falling back. While I’m not a fan of changing the time in general (we would keep DST all year if I had my way), and I HATE when it gets dark so early, I always loved gaining an hour in the fall. Who doesn’t love more time?
I learned the answer to that when I had kids. Not only did falling back an hour totally fuck with my kids already erratic sleep schedules, and warped a decent 6:30 or 7am wake-up into a way-too early 5:30 or 6am wake-up, but it added an hour to the weekend! Which meant one more hour I had to kill with my kids, in an already interminable day.
I know that is not how parents are supposed to feel, but for the last seven years it’s basically been my attitude. Falling back sucked not just because it made the afternoons and evenings darker, but also because it created a really, really long day.
I’m happy to report that now, with kids that are 7.5 and 4, I don’t hate falling back so much. I was hating it this morning, on minute 40 of a really long meltdown, when the day felt like it would never be over, but two hours later, when we’d pulled it together and made it to the Academy of Sciences during the coveted Member’s Hour, I was pretty stoked.
And sure I really messed up napping time, thinking that I should push it to 2pm because 2pm was really 1pm (nope, it was really 3pm), but in the end it all worked out. We had fun at the aquarium, made it to Girl Scouts early for the first time, and enjoyed a family movie night. It’s just another reminder that parenthood is getting easier, at least in some respects, slowly but surely. This post gives me hope that things might continue in that direction.
What do you like about falling back? What makes you hate it?