Spring Forward

Posted on Sunday, March 11th, 2018 at 8:45 am

It’s 7:40-ish in the morning, but it feels *much* earlier. It was still dark when I got up at 6:50 before my alarm was even thinking about ringing.

I had just gotten accustomed to the amount of light that was appearing at 6:30 in the morning when I usually get up and now they do this to me?

I hate Daylight Savings Time. It is the bane of my March.

Actually, I like the falling back part in the fall. That’s an extra hour of sleep and I relish every second of it, but this?

This blows. It blows huge chunks.

Yes, I know the benefits: energy savings, longer daylight in the evenings, but I just want my sleep. I’ll gladly pay a higher power bill if I don’t have to torque my internal clock off its chain every spring.

All the energy savings in the world isn’t going to help me if I stab someone out of sleep deprivation.

But, the real fun will come tomorrow morning when I have to drag my teenager out of bed for school. That jerk Benjamin Franklin was surely childless and didn’t have to rouse a slumbering boy who can barely wake up enough to find his pants in the morning.

I might as well pick up a cattle prod today while I’m out. I will, at the least, be reconsidering the ban on energy drinks in the house. Surely he’s grown enough to where a couple of Red Bulls won’t harm him in the mornings or stunt his little brain growth.

I guess I’d better go and set all the clocks forward in the house. At least my phone does it automatically for me. That’s one small grace.