I Need My Hour Back
Daylight Saving Time Is a Thief
It is Monday morning, the day after Daylight Saving Time, and I would like to formally report a theft.
Not a big one. Just a small, innocent little hour that was minding its business in my sleep schedule before it mysteriously disappeared sometime early Sunday morning.
Now here we are. Monday.
And my body is absolutely refusing to cooperate with this new timeline.
Yesterday I tried to be optimistic about it. I told myself, “It’s only an hour. You’ll adjust.”
That was yesterday’s foolish optimism talking. 😂
This morning my alarm clock went off and my soul immediately said, “No.”
Because according to the clock it was time to wake up, but according to my body it was still the middle of the night and we should all mind our business.
Even the coffee doesn’t seem strong enough to handle this level of betrayal.
The wild part is that we keep pretending this is normal. Every year the clock just jumps forward like it has somewhere important to be and we’re all expected to just accept it and move on with our lives.
Meanwhile my brain is still buffering.
Emails are being sent. Meetings are happening. People are asking coherent questions. And I’m over here wondering who approved the national decision to start Monday an hour earlier than God intended.
And yes, I know someone will say this whole thing started because of Benjamin Franklin and the idea that people should wake up earlier to save candles.
Candles?
Sir, with all due respect, we now have electricity, rechargeable batteries, LED lighting, and phones that glow bright enough to land aircraft.
The candle crisis is over.
Yet somehow we are still participating in this yearly experiment where the government gently robs us of an hour and then watches us stumble through Monday like confused zombies.
And don’t get me started on the promise that we’ll “get the hour back in the fall.”
That’s not comforting. That’s like someone stealing money from you and saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll return it in November.”
No.
I want my hour back now. Immediately. Preferably this morning so I can go back to bed and start Monday over the correct way.
Until then, if I seem tired, slightly confused, and mildly offended by clocks, just know it’s not me.
It’s Monday morning after Daylight Saving Time.
And I’m still waiting on my missing hour. ⏰😴
But I will admit one thing. It is nice that the sun gets to stay up an extra hour before retiring for the evening. I just wish it didn’t require stealing my sleep to make that happen. 🤣😴😂
Wishing you a fantastic week! It feels so good to finally have these longer, brighter days. I hope the extra sunshine brings some great energy your way!
Blacklisted Saint