Shut up and get over it!
Childless Bitch: There's a lot out there for you mommies to complain about. I get it -- it's the hardest job EVER taking care of a human being that can't wipe its own butt -- but this complaint came right out of left field. And it's totally unwarranted.
I awoke this past Sunday, post-Halloween frenzy, like any other childless single lady (er, bitch). With smeared makeup and candy wrappers falling from hidden crevices, I rolled over and checked Facebook on my Crackberry. I'm not the only one that does this ... get over it. My clock read 10:15, but my Facebook status updates reminded me that it was daylight savings and I'd gained an hour. Yay, right? Not so much. According to the mommies of the world, this extra hour was absolutely the worst thing that could ever happen in the history of childcare.
One by one, I read the complaints. Everything from "This is my second least favorite day of the year for baby Lucy -- my first is springing ahead," to "Daylight savings was invented by a man who never had to deal with a toddler," to "This is seriously messing with my kid's nap time." To which I say, what the eff are you crazy people even talking about?! So your kid eats her mushed bananas an hour earlier? Madison will now go to Ashtanga yoga BEFORE napping, not after. I don't get it -- what's the big deal?
I know I bitch about you mommies a lot, but I really do try and see things from your perspective and I often sympathize (a tiny bit) with your "situation." But not now. This complaining about daylight savings is ridiculous. Do you think our grandmothers, let alone our mothers, even thought twice about something as futile as making a slight adjustment to when little Logan would get to watch his "Yo Gabba Gabba"? Doubt it. And there was a lot less birth control back then, so some of these women were dealing with a plethora of Sophias and Aidens -- with no outside help (unless they were exceptionally wealthy) -- no Baby Einstein videos to plop them in front of -- and certainly very little assistance from their husbands. Raising babies was ladies' work, after all. I watch "Mad Men" -- I know how things were.
Complaining about the time adjustment is what's known as a first-world problem, which means it's a problem that only people of a certain economic status have. I'm not trying to get all preachy here, but if daylight savings is the biggest problem in your life right now, you are living a damned good life.