Sunday, October 28, 2007

It's All About Me

I was fully prepared to get up early this morning.

My eyes opened to a room full of sunlight! Aughh!!! What time was it?

I rolled over and looked at the clock and it said 5:38 am. Why was it so bright out side?

The Mister always sleeps with his watch on his night stand and according to his clock (and every other clock in the house) it was 6:38 am.

Now, under normal circumstances I have made it a habit to not think before I have ingested at least 4 ounces of coffee. So you can imagine what a stress it put on my mind to wake up and find myself in some weird time zone. Oh! and, Holy Moses! please don't let this weird time problem have interfered with the coffee timer!

I changed my clock over to the correct time, and then drank twice as much coffee to makeup for the lost hour.

One of the beautiful things about living in Arizona is that we do not practice daylight savings time. I have always been somewhat of a "creature of habit" so the practice of changing the time always irritated me.

For the last ten years we have not lived in AZ and it was always hard to change the schedule twice a year as we "fell behind and sprang ahead". One of the things that really bothered me was the actual process of changing the time. Do you do it before you go to bed? But then if you wake up in the middle of night, and it's before midnight, then you had to adjust the real time in your head. Or if you woke up after midnight you had to think about the hour of time you were either losing or gaining....I never said I wasn't crazy.

This problem was not the only problem I had as I would normally spend the entire week thinking things like this: Hmmm, it's 11:00pm and I am hungry. The reason I am hungry is because my body thinks it's noon and that is when I eat lunch...

I could devote an entire blog to the mind games I play to get myself through time-changes, but I don't have that kind of time.

I bought a clock several years ago that solved that crazy clock changing dilemma for me. It automatically changed the time while I was sleeping and I never had to think about it....until today.

Apparently, last night was supposed to be the night for the change, but the Powers That Are Allowed To Mess With The Time And Consequently My Schedule decided to move the night of daylight saving time to next week...but they did not bother to inform my clock.

So this morning I participated in daylight savings time on the wrong weekend and in a state that doesn't even acknowledge that it exists.

Oh please tell me I am not the only one!


spaghettipie said...


ahem, I meant, of course you aren't the only one, Kellie! I'm sure I could think of several people who were also confused . . .

um, still thinking.

hmmm, maybe I'll have to get back to you. :)