The End of Daylight Saving is Kicking My Ass

Do I even need to write more? I think my title captures it all, and I have a feeling I'm not alone in this. But humour me as I continue on with this "vent".

I hate daylight saving, but I always look forward to the end of daylight saving. Did you know, until like last year, I just thought they were both called daylight saving, unaware that one was the start, and one was the end? Please tell me I'm not the only one this dumb. Also, I totally had to google if it was daylight savings or daylight saving, and apparently it's the latter, even though I think daylight savings sounds better.

Anyway, who doesn't welcome an extra hour in their day? Can we have an extra hour everyday?! I'd probably just waste mine by mindlessly scrolling through social media, but still. Remember when you were young (or maybe you are young and accidentally find yourself here reading this - sorry about that), how awesome it was to have an extra night out at the bar? I mean, the bars didn't actually stay open for an extra hour, but it felt like they did. Plus, you got an extra hour of sleep to baby your hangover so life was good.

Then one day, I became a nurse and pretty much hated my life when I had to work an extra HOUR on a night shift on the end of daylight saving. Time literally stood still for an hour. What a cruel joke. And I'm pretty sure I didn't get paid for that extra hour.

And then somewhere along the line I started to get old and now I find any time change challenging. It takes me a good week to recover from either the clocks going ahead an hour or back one. Maybe I need to move to Saskatchewan? (Americans…do you have states where there aren't any time changes?). Imagine a life where the time never changes? Sign me up! Except I don't want to move again.

People with kids blame their kids for making daylight saving (or the end of it), a hundred times worse because kids defy all sleep logic. As much as I want to blame my son, I can't, because he's still sleeping the same amount of hours, at roughly the same times as he was prior to the time change. Of course, if I was sans kid, I could sneak in some extra naps or sleep-in, but probably not because I wouldn't be home during the week, I'd be getting up for work. So I'm screwed either way.

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Where am I even going with this?! I'm exhausted! Today, I was so tired when we woke up that I could only lay on the couch for the first hour while I let my toddler watch back to back episodes of Bo on the Go. Parenting for the win! (And god bless annoying cartoons). Don't worry, eventually we got on with our day, but all I could think about was how much I was looking forward to going to bed tonight (which isn't really that different from any other day, but today, I actually meant it).

It hasn't been a full week yet, so I'm hopeful that by the weekend I'll be feeling all time-change adjusted, but until then, thank god for coffee!

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Do you adjust well to daylight saving, or the end of it? 

Which do you prefer, or do you hate both like I do?