I'm not dealing well with the time set back this time around. Normally it doesn't bother me too much. But this time I feel like I have been discombobulatedized. Shut up. It is too a real word! But then, I often get asked what color the sky is in my world.
Take for instance bedtime. In the evening I usually read all my blog roll, while simultaneously watching TV and telling B to mute the darn thing when commercials come on. Then I move on to watching a few episodes of whatever TV program I have downloaded from the Net. But then I get hungry so I have to go scrounge around the kitchen and complain that there is nothing to eat. That conversation usually goes like this:
Me: Do you want something to eat?
Me: I'm going to make some popcorn. Do you want any?
B: Maybe just a little.
I then make just a little extra and spend the next 20 minutes pulling his hand out of the bowl.
By then it is usually about 11:47 AM or so. I think to myself that I am getting to bed early tonight. After all, it's really 12:47 if you disregard that stupid clock set back thing. So off I trundle to bed. Only to toss and turn until 3:00 AM or longer, wondering why my stomach hurts.
I wake up around 7:15. Time to get out of bed because the sun is telling me that it is really 8:15 and I'm getting a late start. By this time the cats are fairly howling at the back door, wanting their breakfast. After all, to them I am an hour late filling their bowls. Or am I an hour early and they are just being pushy, knowing that I am up?
All I know for sure is that I am waking up at the wrong time, going to bed at the wrong time and getting hungry at the wrong time. Maybe by December I will have adjusted?