(insert scary music here)
...DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME.
It's coming. I can feel it. The temp in Vegas has dropped to 85 degrees. The calendar is reading mid to late October. People (including myself) are decorating with gourds and fake leaves. I know it's coming, but I cannot bear to look up the date of when it actually occurs.
Is it coming this weekend?
The first weekend in November?
Kind of like that puff-of-air-test at the optometrist's office, I'd rather not know when it's coming. Surprise me.
I remember when I was a non-parent and I would relish in the extra hour during the weekend. Now, it's all about the schedule. And as any good parent would likely tattoo on their body, since they take it so seriously...
Don't deviate from the schedule.
Words to live by.
And then some yahoo went along and invented Daylight Savings Time. Yes, yes, I understand that without it, it would be dark at noon in like, 30 years. But I'm willing to sacrifice that because right now, all I care about is that my two-year old is sleeping past 7am.
Oh, the beauty of it.
But because I'm a glass-half-empty kind of gal (or as Brian likes to say about me, "Do we even know if there is a glass?"), when Scotty blissfully sleeps that late, my very first thought (after "where are my glasses?") is "don't get used to it. 7:15 today is 6:15...soon."
I bet the guy who invented DST didn't have young kids.
Either way, it hangs over me.
Winter is coming.