Breakfast. At 11:26.

Thank you daylight savings.

Now it is once again dark when we get up, I have no idea what time it is or should be or even feels like all day long. My watch says one thing. The car dash another. My cell phone went above and beyond the call of duty and 'Sprung' itself ahead a full 2 hours. 

Lunch happens around 3. Dinner is an "Oh my gosh, it's 7:00! How is it 7:00? We got to get this done and bedtime started" kind of ordeal.

And then bedtime. 

No one's sleepy. Despite the earlier wake-ups and the playing outside and the walks. No one is actually getting to bed any earlier. So why are we rushing dinner?

Yeah. I certainly don't know. The whole idea that we 'gain some extra time' in our day is a joke. All we've done is lie to ourselves.

"It's 6:00 pm and look how light it is!" 

No. It's really 5:00 pm. All you did was adjust a clock. Actually, it really is 6:00 pm. Solar time. What you've really done is just spent half the year living as though 6 is 5 and 5 is 4 and on and on and now that you're good and adjusted and in a rhythm...

reverse-ho.

In addition to being relative and relatively confusing (just Google it. And while you're at it Google solar time and mean solar time and see if you don't get a headache...) the whole thing is a little sadistic. Especially when you have young children. 

In fall; "We get an extra hour of sleep."

Wait, no. No, we don't.

In spring; "Well, the clock says it's 7:30 so you need to be in bed."

Yeah. Goofing around for another hour. Or more. Because you can't fool us. It's 6:30 and who's tired at 6:30?