It’s the weekend. We have already established that I hate perky morning people. Why can’t they be perky and leave me the hell out of it? So my phone rings on Saturday at an ungodly hour…like 8:30 or something. I’m dead asleep and not really running things. My hand moves on it’s own accord and I find a phone next to my face….
Annoying screachin morning person: Hellooooo, did I wake you?
Me: wut…who is this?(So I know where to send the hit squad.)
She: It’s Susan.
Me: Wut the hell time is it?
She: It’s 8:30.
Me: It’s Saturday, are you nuts? People are NOT allowed to wake me up on Saturday. My family has strict guidelines.
She: You are SO funny. (No, I’m not. I’m deadly serious…this is bad, real bad. She doesn’t know what can of worms she has opened up.)
Me: Call me later. (slam)
So, I couldn’t get back to sleep…yadda, yadda, etc , etc…bad mood, long day…
It’s Sunday. No one would DARE violate the holiness of a Sunday morning sleep-in….WRONG AGAIN.
My son has his sweet baby daughter call me at 8:30 IN THE MORNING ! They want to take me to breakfast. Are they insane? Who could eat in the middle of the night? (and dang, they put the kid on the phone, now I have to suppress my hateful sleep-deprived rant. )
Me: Could you put Daddy on the phone?
He: Hi Mom.
Me: Are you mad? It’s 8:30 in the @#$@%* morning….I’m asleep!
He: It’s daylight savings time. We turned the clocks ahead, It’s 9:30.
Me: Oh, excuse me…big dif…Are you MAD? It’s 9:30 in the %$^#$#* morning…I’m asleep.
So, I couldn’t go back to sleep…met the kids for pancakes and thought about Daylight Savings Time.
Do I really need to get up an hour earlier so I can get in those crops down on the south 40? Or so I can get my 14 kids out there to do the plowing before school?
And why are the crazed morning people SO happy to wake me up to remind me that I lost an hour of precious sleep? Maybe they’re organized…