The Time Is A Changin' (Literally)

I really hate this whole time change crap. I never remember to do it until Sunday morning. When it's fall, and we change the clocks back an hour, it doesn't bother me. I'm thinking that I just gained an extra hour in my weekend. It's like winning the leisure time lottery. I instantly think of everything I can do with that extra precious hour. (And end up doing none of it.)

But when it's the hour ahead time change, I get cranky. I'm sitting here, contemplating blog like thoughts, and I glance at the clock on my computer. Only to realize that it's an hour later than I thought it was 5 minutes ago. What the hell? I've been up a total of 15 minutes and I've already lost an hour of my weekend. I don't have time for this! I still have mountains of laundry calling my name, the bedding has to be washed, the floors have to be swept and mopped......and that hour they took away was the one I was going to do most of that in. Well, that's just great! Now I have to find a different hour to complete my house cleaning in.

Why do we have to mess with the time? Oh yes, that's right. Daylight savings. The country that can't save a single red cent to get them out of the tremendous debt they're in can apparently collect sunlight, an intangible substance. And this is because we want it to be an hour lighter in the winter? Winter sucks if there's sun or not. Most winter days the sun doesn't even make an appearance anyway. I would give up daylight savings if it meant I never had to lose a single hour ever again. I don't care if its dark at 2:30 P.M. in January. As long as you stop stealing time from my weekends.

Recently, when the topic of changing the clocks came up, I was muttering about how stupid it is to lose time. Hubby says  "Oh, you're one of THOSE." Um, hello?! I'm one of those what? "What time are you losing?" he asks me. "I'm losing an hour of sleep." I reply. "No you're not, you're still going to sleep the same amount of time." "Well, it's an hour later when I get up! So I'm losing an hour somewhere! Maybe I'm losing the hour  of quality husband time. How would you like that, huh?" (Okay, so I didn't say that last part.) Listen babe, you're supposed to be on MY side on this. Even if it's stupid. Don't you remember that part in our vows? The minister asked you "Do you take this woman to love, cherish, and always agree with even if she's wrong and doesn't believe she is, therefore causing you to argue if you disagree and you love her so much that you would never want to argue and so you'll tell her that she's right unless it would cause undue embarrassment in public which you would save her from because you love her?" And he said I DO. Therefore, we are losing an hour of the weekend.

So, I'll most likely be in my own little cranky bubble today, folding copious amounts of laundry and muttering about how dumb it is to mess with the clocks and why can't it just be whatever o'clock it should be. Just ignore me. I'll be okay in six months when we change the time and I am reunited with my beautiful lost hour.