In high school, Daylight Savings always happened at the most inconvenient times which made it easy to keep track of. Namely, in the Fall it occurred during a Student Action Team when I was somewhere in the country campaigning and running on no sleep and lots of sugar. And in the Spring, it happened when I was on mission trips in Louisiana also running on no sleep and lots of sugar.
Daylight Savings remains synonymous in my mind with an already out of wack sleep schedule.
Today I felt the flip side of that coin. My student life is so regimented that springing forward an hour made everything feel extra late. I woke up feeling like I was running late; I drove to class feeling late; I went to work feeling late; I did homework feeling late. And I was hungry at the most inconvenient times! My stomach growled in the middle of class. I left work 30 minutes early because I could not focus with how much I wanted dinner.
Then I had to pick up Bethany at 9 pm from work. But my brain was saying, ’10 pm! Bed time!’ So it fought me the entire way there.
All this to say I am currently sitting in a sleepy fog and realizing that it doesn’t matter what is going on. Sugar high or not, Daylight Savings is rough and my schedule is way more regimented than I realized if just one hour throws me off this badly.