I do this every spring. I cannot get used to moving clocks forward.

At 6 p.m., we should be having dinner, but it’s so light out. I’m enjoying being outside. So then we’re eating at 7 p.m. the night of the time change, but, in reality, our internal clocks think it is 6 p.m., which is when we normally eat dinner.

Confused yet? Yeah, my body is, too.

Oh man! It’s already 9 p.m., and we’re still reading to the kids. But it feels like 8 p.m.

Oh. My. Goodness!

The alarm can’t be going off yet.  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

My body thinks it is 5:30 a.m.  Not 6:30 a.m.

I do not want to start my day at this awful early hour.

I admit that I end up loving this spring forward time, eventually.

But the first week is rough.

Like I said.  Is that new time? Old Time?

Oh good! Happy hour is earlier. I’ll just drink a glass of wine and quit whining.

Who is with me?