Throughout the month of March, I am participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge. I am happy to co-host this event with the team at Two Writing Teachers. Everyone is welcome!
As I head downstairs, the hallway is dark. I check under the bathroom door. No crack of light. Check under Cecily's bedroom door. No crack of light.
I open the door to her room, and only the top of her head shows from under the covers.
"Cec," I whisper. "It's really late."
She bolts upright in bed. "What time is it?" She looks at the clock. "Mom. It's only 6:43. It's not even seven."
Even though she doesn't add duh to the end of her sentence, her meaning is clear. I shrug and head downstairs. It would stress me out to have to get ready in less than a half hour, but it's not a fight I'm going to start first thing in the morning when it's still dark out and we're struggling to get used to the time change. In fact-- note to self-- it's not a fight I want to start any morning.
In the kitchen, Garth motions me over to look at the dog. She too is having a hard time adjusting to the dark morning, and is snoring away on her bed. At least she gets to sleep!
According to History.com, William Willett came up with the idea of moving the clocks forward to enjoy the daylight more. Who knew it could have such a lasting impact over a hundred years later?! If you're looking for a good debate to offer upper elementary students, whether or not we should move clocks forward and back is a good one!