If Wearing My Pajamas At 6 PM Is Wrong, Then I Don’t Want To Be Right

Do you have a minute?

Because tonight I need to talk about Daylight Savings Time, and how it’s STILL kicking my backside hard.

a0c2b23d61eb01a9daf2bbeba8d98a0fIt was never like this before.

Before… I always said that the night when we moved our clocks backward one hour was my favorite day of the year.  I shoved it to the very tip-top of the best holidays list, and I looked forward to it, year in and year out.  I LOVED and ADORED that extra hour.  I thought the dark evenings were cozy.  I was in love with Fall Back Time.

And then Hubs and I had kids, and it quit working out for me, because instead of getting up at 5 AM, the boys just got up at 4:00.  The thick bags beneath my eyes weren’t attractive in my career as a supermodel.

No big deal, though.  I figured that it was time to retire from all my supermodel work, what with me quickly approaching the same age as Cindy Crawford.  I figured that I would just start endorsing facial creams that literally TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME.

But then this year rolled around, and Thing 2 is actually handling the time change so much better than his TIME-CHANGE-LOVING mother is doing.

I had dinner ready last night a little early.  Now, granted, it was a bunch of chicken breasts and black beans and salsas and corn and seasonings that simmered all day in the crockpot, so that it could be TACO MEAT come dinner time, but when the boy announced, “Aren’t we eating a little early this evening?,” I took inventory of the time.

4:58.

In the PM.

People, it was already pretty much dark, and it FELT like dinner time, so there I was… heating up tortilla shells and putting out the sour cream and the grated cheese and the bottles of BURN YOUR LIPS TO ASH hot sauce for some of the folks in our house, and cutting up an apple for Thing 2 to eat with his taco.

By 5:40, I already had the dishes done and the kitchen cleaned up and another load of laundry folded, and I was ready for my pajamas.

So… I put them on, because I don’t remember reading anything in our Home Owner’s Association Handbook that speaks out against wearing pajamas indoors before 6 PM.

At 7:00, I was pretty much convinced that it felt like a quarter after midnight, and HOW AM I GOING TO LAST UNTIL BEDTIME?  And also, HOW IS IT NOT AT LEAST 10:00 ALREADY?  I compared clocks, just to make sure the first one I was looking at wasn’t lying to me because it was suffering from Dead Battery Syndrome.

By 7:45, Thing 2 was sound asleep.  By 7:46, I was already in bed, and telling the boy that he should get his own teeth brushed and head to bed, too.  The boy frowned at me and said, “Mom!  Seriously!  It’s not even 8:00 yet!”  And then he went back to his headphones and his homework.

People, this EARLY DARK is killing me this year!  Every single night, I want to wash my face and crawl into my pajamas, before I realize that school isn’t even out for the day.

Am I alone in this?  Are y’all suffering with Early Dark Disease like I am?

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