The time change is not my friend. I like the Autumn, the Winter, but the one thing I’m not a fan of is feeling like I want to crawl into bed at 4:30 p.m. because the sun has gone bye bye. I mean once the sun is down it really feels like it’s time to just put on the pajamas and call it a day, but there are still things to be done, places to go and now by the time I get home from picking up the kid from karate, it feels like it’s already past my bedtime. I know I’ll adjust and be back to staying up til 2 a.m. again in no time, but this week feels like the time change could result in an earlier bed time pattern.
I’m sure I’ll push that a little more every day and eventually screw it all up, but if I go to bed in the next 20 minutes or so, I’ll definitely be going to bed earlier than I have been in a long time. Yesterday was kind of the exception to that rule because I helped move one of my best friend’s stuff and it was a long day. I have to be honest though, I don’t know what I was so tired for. I did a lot, but I didn’t do any super heavy lifting like her boyfriend or my husband did. All those elevator rides must have exhausted me – phew.
Today Sean asked me why the time needs to change. I have to be honest, I really don’t know WHY. Aren’t there states that don’t observe this? And last week I was on a site with international users and imagine my surprise to learn that the whole world doesn’t even change on the same weekend. I tried to correct this British man and tell him “um excuse me, but did you know the time change isn’t until next weekend” to which he said something to the effect of, “not for all of us, just you weirdos in the states.”
Perhaps just another piece of proof that I need more sleep.