I don't know about you, but this whole spring ahead with the clocks knocks me for a loop.
Yesterday I awoke bright and early and thought, well, this isn't so bad! I am awake, I am refreshed, bring on the new day!
Now it must be acknowledged that I have a lot of energy. A lot. So much that I am pretty sure if ADHD was around when I was a kid my picture would have illustrated the medical book definition. Hyper, hyper, hyper - see "Beth." For "off the charts" please see "Beth on Coffee." I think Twitchy from Hoodwinked can give you a good idea of a day in the life:
By now I am sure you have mustered copious amounts of sympathy for my husband and two Directors, all three of whom are as calm and collected as the Wolf (voiced by Patrick Warburton - aka "Puddy" from Seinfeld. Awesome!) Anyway, don't worry...they're used to it. In fact, I am pretty sure all three of them habitually tune me out. I don't mind; I'm sure it's self-preservation, but I digress...
Today I am dragging. When my alarm went off this morning my brain screamed at me. "Are you an idiot?! It's pitch black outside! Why are we up! Go back to sleep!" Alas, this was not to be and my body, totally convinced it was really 4:30 a.m. and not 5:30 a.m. as the clock so rudely pronounced in violent beaming red lights, revolted. I fell asleep standing up in the shower. Luckily the curtain was there to break my fall. And just so you know, it is amazing how one who has never done a split in her life can accomplish one perfectly when falling out of a shower onto a tile floor. I'll be feeling that one tomorrow, I'm sure.
I'm also quite sure the genius who came up with the five-day-work-week/two-day weekend scenario is the same genius who one day said to himself (side note: I am really confident it's a himself and not herself), "It would be tremendous fun to see how much we can mess with the human psyche. Let's give these sillies an extra hour in the Fall, and just as they get used to the change, we'll take it back again! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" (Cue maniacal laugh here.)
When I was a child my Dad used to get annoyed with me and say, "Go to bed! You're tired!" I was positive he knew absolutely nothing about me as I fell asleep sitting up while plotting my revenge. Regardless if I am getting punch-drunk from lack of sleep or just too tired to care, I am going to bed. I don't think I can handle beginning another day Mary Lou Retton style.
At least, not before I've had my coffee.