Ugh, this morning's 5am wake-up call reminded me how much I dislike daylight savings. Even if the waker-upper cutely showed no sign of fatigue and was certainly not fazed by the fact that it was still dark.
In principle, daylight savings is probably a good idea. It means that we get an extra hour of daylight in the evenings in the summer months. BUT ... the time change wreaks havoc in every household with small children and dairy cows. A bedtime that was a reasonable 7pm becomes 6pm, and suddenly bathtime is no longer so much fun. A wake-up time that was an unreasonable 6am becomes a downright rude 5am.
Just as dairy cows can't wear wristwatches, babies can't tell the time.
Strangely, parents don't feature much in debates on the introduction or extension of daylight savings. The Opposition did, however, express some sympathy for women when daylight savings was introduced in 1927:
It will bring no happiness to the women of New Zealand who live in the backblocks. [the Bill] does not make the case for now requiring the wife of the working-man to get up an hour earlier in order to get her husband away to his work.
Luckily for us women, in the last century or so, men seem to have developed the skills necessary to get ready for work all by themselves.
That just leaves the babies. If anyone has any tips on teaching a 9-month-old the time, let me know.
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