An open letter to the end of daylight savings

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Dear Daylight Savings (or the end of Daylight Savings, to be more accurate),

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you.

Thank you for adding some extra challenges to our day.

We all know that parents simply lurve anything that makes their day that bit harder, and you certainly do that.

You see, when you waltzed into our lives on Sunday, you took my already early-waking children, and made them wake even earlier.

That meant that my children no longer woke at the unpleasant hour of 6am on Sunday. Instead, they woke in the ungodly 5s. (Hold me.)

Sure, I'd heard about the 'tips' and 'tricks' to help little ones go to bed later so they sleep later. But, Daylight Savings, it doesn't work like that.

When I put my kids to bed later than their usual bedtime, all that happens is they wake at the same time as they usually do - only grumpier.

It's some kind of Mathematical Law of Childrening. (It's up there with Why Kids Hate Wearing Pants and Why They Always Lose Their Shoes.)


I'd also like to thank you for that extra hour of awake time you gave us in the morning.

In theory, that extra hour meant I should be so prepared, I'd be bouncing out the door each day with three perfectly dressed sprogs.

In reality, it just meant I had the kids ready to leave the house, but in that extra time they began undressing, got hungry again, undid their hair and wanted to play (read: mess up the house). Which meant I was late out the door (as usual).

Look, I understand you have a job you have to do.

Part of me thinks that job is all about confusing poor sleep-deprived parents about how you work.

On Saturday night I spent ages scratching my head, trying to work out which way to change my clock.

I checked. And double-checked. And triple-checked. (Am I the only one who finds it confusing?)

Part of your job may also be to make partners fight. You see, I like to still keep track of the 'old' time for a few days after the 'new' time arrives. My husband doesn't.

So, now I go around saying things like, 'So it's now 7pm which is the old 8pm' and my husband says, 'No, it's now 7pm which is 7pm'.

Let me tell you, no one wins.

On a serious note, there is one good thing about you, Daylight Savings.

Even though we have to wake an hour earlier for you (or call it an hour earlier), bedtime rolls round an hour earlier too. (Plus, it actually gets dark outside, which makes it way easier to convince the kids that it's really night.)

This means the kids can be in bed, fast asleep, by 7pm (which we both know is really the old 8pm).

With all that extra time in the evening, us parents can spend more time gently unwinding by doing some light tai chi before tucking ourselves into bed for an early night.

Or, you know, we could just do what we usually do: Lie on the couch eating chips while watching mindless TV before going to bed way too late as usual …

… Before, of course, being woken at the ungodly hour of 5am.