There once was a time of year, to which I looked forward to and held dear.
A time when I would roll the clocks back an hour, the bar would stay open longer and from this night of drinking I would not cower.
I would wake up and have an extra hour in the day. A longer snooze, longer brunch, so many great options I would say.
Night would arrive sooner than I would like, but curling up to TV and takeout sure was nice.
So I welcomed this daylight savings, this gift of extra time. But then realized once I had kids, that extra hour was no longer mine.
Daylight savings I hate you, you wrecked my Sunday. My kids were up before six and wanted to play. They giggle and laugh after a full night of sleep, while I feel drunk with exhaustion and dreams of counting sheep.
Daylight savings today you're the evil twin of when we spring forward. I can't wait to lose an hour and make one day shorter.
Respectfully,
Me
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