I may have mentioned this once or twice, but I love me a good sleep. I am most emphatically NOT an early riser. I do not function well on only a few hours of sleep a night. I need my rest, at least eight hours every night, and often more. I really love to sleep.
And that’s why this daylight savings crap has kicked me hard in the butt. I have lost an hour’s sleep. Yes, yes, I know I will get it back in the fall, but right now, I am struggling. I simply cannot get enough sleep at the moment.
Since Sunday, when the clocks were put forward an hour, I have been tired. I had a nap on Sunday afternoon (well, okay, I have to admit that I’d had a couple of drinks at lunch, but still …) and I went to bed a bit earlier than usual. I slept pretty well, but was it ever tough to get up in the morning! Monday night, same thing: a bit of a nap in front of the TV, then early to bed, and a good sleep. Tuesday, it was again ridiculously hard to rouse myself in the morning. That night, I again hit the bed early and had another good sleep. This morning, I again had to claw my way to wakefulness with every bit of mental strength I possess … almost.
Surely I should have adjusted by now? It’s not like this is the first time I have ever experienced daylight savings time. In fact, because of my – ahem – advanced age and recent difficulties in sleeping the entire night, losing an hour should be a piece of cake and hardly noticeable at all. But it’s not. I’m finding it more of a challenge than ever this year.
I can only assume that my body has decided to go into Spring Break Savings mode. Spring Break actually starts next week in my school district, but my body has decided that in order to prepare for the extra sleeping time I’m going to get then, it has to start training now.
It’s always good to be prepared.