(Leigh lost an hour with Daylight Saving Time, and that means she dug into the archives in order to make her deadline this week. One year later, her opinion about Spring Forward has not changed one bit. She just jazzed it up this week to make things current.)
I don’t know what time it is.
I do this every year. I cannot get used to the moving clocks forward.
At 6 p.m., we should be having dinner, but I’m still wandering around the house trying to find that lost hour. We’re eating later. We’re bathing the kids later. Even bedtime gets pushed back.
Never miss a local story.
Monday after the time change really kills me. 6:30 a.m. comes too early.
My body thinks it is 5:30 a.m. Not 6:30 a.m. I want more sleep. The kids want more sleep. The darkness in the morning does not help one bit.
It’s dreadful to start your day when you know that it was not the same time the day before.
I admit that I end up loving Daylight Savings Time, eventually.
But, the first week is rough. Apparently, I’m not the only person who feels that way. Even medical professionals agree with me according to this Huffington Post piece on “Why spring forward is so tough on our body.”
I guess it’s reassuring to know that I’m not alone.
But, those bright-eyed people who love “spring forward”; I have moments where I just want to punch them.
It really didn’t help either that my 8-year-old was tapping on our bed at 8 a.m. on the day we moved the clocks forward.
My clock still said 7 a.m. Who in the H*%@ changed his clock in his room?
My husband and I both deny doing it.
How are you adjusting this week?