I get the whole 365 1/4 days length of a year and the scientific explanation of this phenomenon. I get the necessity of "springing the clocks forward." And, at some point, I love having the extra light to play outside when we get home from school. (Ain't doing me any favors today with rain pouring down, battering our windows). What I don't get is why the work day following Daylight Savings Time is not a national holiday or at least recognized as a day that everyone may come in late to work and school.
I'll just say it, I'm exhausted. "Drive-through-McDonald's-and-get-an-extra-large-fountain-Coke-for-caffeine" exhausted. My kids will be drop dead exhausted when they wake up this morning. Anyone who knows the Traber kids knows that being tired, even one little bit, equals a whole lot of trouble. This is the one day of the year in which I cringe when my alarm goes off. My brain thinks, "Alarm clock, ya ain't foolin' me. I know you say 5:30, but I know its really 4:30," and my body rolls back over and grumps. Never mind that my kids went to bed at the same time, but it was really an hour later. Seriously?! Someone REAAAAALLLY didn't think this one through when they thought up this calendar.
I think after I finish this post (and pull the Scotch tape off my eyelids to keep them open), I'm going to write President Obama, my representatives, and senators to see if anyone would consider my proposal. Perhaps a National Half Day of Work. Better yet, a whole day off of work for everyone! What's more American than allowing our work force one day for bodies to adjust to the shifting time!? Who's with me on this?
Time for a cold shower to stimulate my brain cells and get this body moving. . . .