I hate daylight savings. I’m sorry daylight savings, but I do, I really, r-e-a-l-l-y hate you. What do you do with all those hours you’ve stolen from me over the years?
Some smart aleck right here is going to remind me I get the hour back in the fall, but let’s face it, once you have children, that extra hour you’re supposed to get never happens. Kids just wake up an hour too early. And I already don’t sleep enough as it is. Daylight savings how could you be so cruel?
You’ll have to pardon my lack of creativity for the next week. I’ll be wading through some serious time-lag to get my body back on schedule. If this were jet-lag I would at least get the joy of having traveled somewhere to offset the struggle of recovery—just another reason to despise daylight savings. If you had a nose, I would punch it.