I understand that a lot of people don’t like Daylight Saving Time. Its purpose is rather antiquated, it makes life a bit more complicated, the adjustment period is a pain . . . I even read an article, a few weeks ago, that said heart attacks are more common in the week following the time change. I get it. I, too, have always been of the mindset that we’re going to have a certain number of daylight hours, who cares what time of day they happen?
Living in Vienna, though, I care. I care because my kids are already approaching 6:00 a.m. wake up times, and it’s still April. By June, it’ll be full on daylight here just after 4:30 in the morning. We have blackout curtains in the boys’ room, which help, but the curtains don’t silence the birds or stop little bit of light coming in around the door and window. If not for Daylight Saving Time, my kids would be waking up now just after 5:00 a.m., and the sun would be up just after 3:30 in the morning in June.
Say what you like about Daylight Saving Time, but I’ll take my sunshine at 9:00 p.m. (which I actually find quite lovely) over 4:00 a.m. anytime (well, particularly in June). Living at a more northerly latitude has given me a whole new appreciation for it.