Amy, my wife (and mother of four) heartily concurs!
As a lifelong hoosier–no, not that kind–but a resident of Indiana (here are some well-documented persecutions against “chronologically–challenged” hoosiers), this is the first time I have EVER set my clocks to “fall back.”
In the spring of ‘Ought-six’ we hoosiers, for the first time, sprung forward. This was the height of controversy; not just in our state, but all throughout the nation. Seriously. This was one of the major issues in the governor’s race of 2004.
According to one article Indiana is “the state notorious for its complex approach to setting time.”
Notorious? Really? You have got to be kidding!
Complex? It is only complex if setting your clock once and leaving it alone fries the cells in your brain, thus rendering all cognitive skills to lumpy oatmeal disabling one from deciding between “paper” or “plastic.” Come on!
Our family’s schedule was greatly affected, both in the spring and now. The kids’ internal clocks get them up with the sun; they also can not sleep until the sun is down. This summer around the solstice there was daylight until around 10:00 pm. How can that be good? My wife and I are “bedtime nazis.” We enforce the 8:00 pm bedtime with swiss-like precision. There are numerous reasons for this, but the one that sounds the best is this is our husband/wife time: no screaming, fighting or people hanging off of my leg(s). My wife does not have to hear “Mommy, mommy, mommy, why…” anymore for the day. We love our children, but we also love each other as well (thus the having of the children; its a vicious cycle).
Either way, with our without DST, there is never enough time to get everything done that needs done. Maybe the problem is not to expand our days with more daylight so we can accomplish more stuff, but to simplify: do less stuff. For the hustle-and-bustle going on around us, DST means “Doing Stuff Time.”
Now, what time is it again?