Down with Daylight Savings Time
Daylight Savings Time is kicking my ass.
Sure, initially I was on board with the possibility of coming home in daylight (I worked late every day this week and drove home in the dark anyway). I was honestly willing to sacrifice that one precious hour of sleep. I even enjoyed two mornings of peace and quiet because the cats have no concept of changing the clocks and didn’t realize I should be waking up any second to feed them.
The problem is that now, due to Daylight Savings Time, I have to get up before Mr. Sun. That is a bad thing.
Without sunlight streaming through my window, when my alarm goes off in the morning, I smack the snooze and immediately fall back asleep. I haven’t been able to get out of bed on time once this week and I’ve been exhausted all day every day. I know I’m getting the same amount of sleep, yet since Daylight Savings Time I’ve been feeling like this:
I don’t know about everyone else, but I think I’ll spend my weekend in bed.
Maybe I just wake up so early that I never notice the sun anyway. That’s why the switch to Daylight Time means nothing to me.