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If Daylight Savings Time Doesn’t End, I Might Just DIE.

I hate Daylight Savings Time (DST). Hate. HATE! I personally believe that it is the most assinine thing that anyone has ever invented.

Usually I just complain and deal with it, but this year I really don’t think my body has ever adjusted. I know my body has decided that we should already be back on standard time and that getting up before the sun even starts to lighten the sky is just plain craziness. It seems like no matter what I do, I can’t really wake up until about an hour after I should be up and fully functioning. It’s too dark and my body says it’s time to SLEEP.

Today, though I thought I was doing pretty well. I was up and moving shortly after 6 a.m. Not quite as early as I wanted, but not bad. I planned to actually cook breakfast for Chris before he had to head out the door.

As I was just starting to get to work in the kitchen, Chris called in from the bedroom asking what time it was. I told him it was about 6:20 a.m. Really? Because his alarm clock said 7:30. I start to tell him his alarm clock is full of it (not quite in those words) when I notice that the sky is not pitch black. Crap. I go look at my watch. 7:27. Crapcrap. He jumps out of bed and I attack my lying alarm clock.

I don’t know if you’ve tried to buy a new alarm clock lately, but it seems like all I can find are either cheap battery operated clocks or plug in clocks that come factory pre-set and have the ability to adjust to different time zones and automatically adjust for DST and all sorts of stuff that I really don’t need. All I want is a clock with a moderately loud alarm and a generous snooze button.

Somehow my fancy pants alarm clock’s date was off and it thought it was November 7th and DST was OVER. So, it kindly adjusted the time for me. My body was in perfect agreement with this. I probably could have gone all day without knowing I was an hour behind if it wasn’t for Chris and his alarm clock.

So we went from having plenty of time to Chris having to jump out of bed and rush out the door. I did have just enough time to throw his lunch and a yogurt for breakfast at him on the way.

At least I only have two more days to deal with this nonsense. Until spring, anyway. Unless I decide to move somewhere that doesn’t observe DST.


Have a great day,



3 thoughts on “If Daylight Savings Time Doesn’t End, I Might Just DIE.

  1. […] To find out how I really feel about DST, read these past lovelies. Because I’m too busy changing all my clocks to write a proper blog post. […]

  2. […] Today is the best Friday of the year. Know why? Daylight Savings Time (a.k.a. Hell) ends this weekend! I swear, I never adjust to the torture that is DST, so for over half the year I’m fighting my body’s internal clock. It’s almost over for this year, though. I’m so happy I might throw a party. Or cry tears of joy. Or just sleep. (More anti-DST fun) […]

  3. […] I mentioned how much I hate daylight savings time? This weekend is one of my favorites, because we finally get to set our clocks back to what my body […]

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