Daylight Hating TimeAhem.
"Daylight saving time is the convention of advancing clocks so that afternoons have more daylight and mornings have less. Typically clocks are adjusted forward one hour near the start of spring and are adjusted backward in autumn. Modern DST was first proposed in 1907 by the English builder Willian Willett. Many countries have used it since then; details vary by location and change occasionally."
You know, if you bothered to read it, the wikipedia page on Daylight Savings Time is quite extensive and contains a wealth of helpful and pertinent information.
After spending some time reading it, I feel I understand it quite well.
Do you know who doesn't understand Daylight Savings Time?
My daughter and I have this sort of unspoken understanding. She sleeps until a certain time in the morning and I don't drop her off at the nearest hospital.
It's a good deal.
Usually, she wakes up around 7:30 in the morning which, I've heard from other parents, is not that bad.
It's especially "not bad" for me, as it's usually Susan who gets up with her.
See, Sunday is the day Susan gets to sleep in.
My wife and I have this sort of unspoken understanding. She sleeps until a certain time in the morning and I don't have to go to the nearest hospital.
It's a good deal.
So, this morning at 7:30 am, my darling daughter woke up.
Except it wasn't 7:30 am.
It was what USED TO BE 7:30 am.
For those of you unfamiliar with Daylight Savings Time, that would be 6:30 am.
What the hell?
Why is there even a 6:30 in the morning anyway? Does anyone actually get up then?
I mean other than hyper children.
I'm not functional at 6:30 am. She on the other hand was ready to go.
She'd probably be better off staying in bed until a reasonable hour. That early in the morning, I don't know which one of us would need more supervision.
The last thing I need is to drown in a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
Do you know what happens if you drown in your Frosted Flakes?
People make fun of you in heaven.
Then you have to go hang out in the back with all the idiots who died sky diving or playing lawn darts.
Still, since if was my turn to get up (and I prefer my internal organs to remain internal), I got up with her.
In the morning.
There's not enough coffee in the world for that. I'd have to have Juan Valdez pumping that shit directly into my veins.
Yeah, I should totally be in charge of another person's life at that point. I'm trying to figure out where to get a syringe and directions to a Starbucks, and I'm responsible for a kid.
That's a joke.
Who the hell would need directions to a Starbucks?
Just throw a rock in any direction. You're bound to hit one.
A quick search of Wikipedia later, I am aware that injecting coffee directly into your bloodstream could be counterproductive.
And that's when I looked up Daylight Savings Time.
To be honest, I don't think my daughter got as much out of it as I did.
Even after I read it to her.
I wonder just HOW counterproductive...