Sunday, November 6, 2011

Daylight Savings Spites Me

My husband has put a show about larvae on the t.v. It's one of the more disgusting things I've seen in my life.
 In order to avoid watching this retardation of all things pretty I'm going to take a few minutes to discuss why Daylight Savings Time is a tool of the Devil.
(That's Devil with a capital "D" rather than devil with a little "d" which equals a slight inconvenience or a term of amazement ie: "what the devil?!")
Last time I checked the U.S. is not a predominantly agricultural society any longer. And, going out on a limb here, even if it were a country ruled by the farmers I think the farmers are smart enough to adjust their business rules without changing the time on every clock in the country (minus Arizona and parts of Indiana.)
No, no. We have this whole Daylight Savings Time thing take place and do you know what happens?
If you're single or minus kids you get an extra hour of sleep. Cool beans.
But if you're a parent you end up with shrieking lessor demons living in your house.
They're tired, they're whining, they're not sure which way is up or if they are potty trained.
There's a week-long lag around Daylight Savings Time that is purely evil. In a perfect world everyone would just take the week off and acclimate in a gentle fashion.
This is not reality. Instead everyone is stressed, tired, and out of whack.
And yet we continue to do it. Maybe someday we'll have more sense.

Does Daylight Savings Time messes with your internal clock? Would you like to move to Arizona to avoid it all?

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