Spring ForwardPosted: March 9, 2008
Cruel and unusual. That’s how I’d characterize Daylight Savings Time from a parent’s perspective. Throw in a Saturday night outing to Madision Square Garden to see the Knicks and it’s downright abusive. How was I supposed to know we’d be turning the clocks ahead when I bought the tickets?
The boys and I didn’t get home until 1:00 a.m. Okay, technically it was midnight but losing that hour made it an hour later. It didn’t help that the last-place Knicks decided to play just well enough in the fourth quarter to send the game to overtime. And at that point you can’t leave. I refuse to raise children who think it’s acceptable to leave sporting events before the bitter end. What kind of parent would I be if I taught them to leave baseball games in the seventh inning just because they were falling asleep or the home team was losing by 12 runs? You’ve got to have some standards. So we stayed until the Knicks imploded during the overtime period.
We’ll spend the rest of the week fighting about both bedtime and waking up for school. I think I need a nap.