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Go Fly a Kite, Benjamin Franklin!

Go Fly a Kite, Benjamin Franklin

When I was a child, I was not a fan of Daylight Savings Time. It was not fair that I lost an hour. I didn’t care if they gave it back to me in the fall, it just pissed me off.  The only thing that was good about it was the thought of missing church. I never wanted to go to church, so I was happy that we had to do the clock changing on a Saturday night. My mom was suspicious after the second year in a row that we somehow slept in.

“Vickie, wake up. Did you move the clocks back?……………..Nooooo, back…………..I changed them before I went to bed. I remember moving them forward an hour……..And now I am asking you, did you change the clocks?” I thought long and hard to come up with a perfect answer.

“No, I did NOT change the clocks.”

It’s all about semantics. I didn’t lie. I did not change the clocks. They were still the ugly clocks we have always used. I did, however, change the times on the same clocks. And she didn’t ask that, now did she? I only did it one time, however. I had no idea who did it after that.

Well, I grew up to hate Daylight Savings Time…with a passion. I wrote two posts about the subject.  Hello, Circadian Dysrhythmia, that I wrote November 2010, when it was time to fall back, and then  Spring Forward into the River, which I wrote last spring. So, I make it a point to let everyone know how much I hate Daylight Savings Time.

Now, I realize that Benjy has been gone for a long time now, but he invented Daylight Savings Time to save on candle wear and tear. Ok, I can understand. But, I can’t understand it in the year 2012. I am tired, mean, sad, shaky, dizzy-blondish, and dragging for two weeks. Yeah, two. It takes me awhile.

My alarm clock on my nightstand decided to spring forward…last week….on a Wednesday. Yeah. I woke up, took my shower, went downstairs and sat down in front of my computer, only to see that it was 5:30. My clock upstairs read 6:30. Oh, how I cursed. Nice. And on a Wednesday. It did it to me in the fall. I was an hour late then. I looked pretty that day.

So, head over to my two posts that I wrote on the subject and you will see that I just go on and on about the same thing.

Maybe some day someone will listen and change it back for me.

Because there is nothing worse than a cranky, sleep deprived elementary school teacher. Well, unless you are one of her students.

Just sayin. Beware.

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