Daylight Saving Time has crept up on us once again. I think Ben Franklin had something to do with the idea, though it’s probably not wise to blindly follow the mad ravings of a guy who once flew a kite in a lightning storm with the sole purpose of volunteering to get electrocuted. But what do I know?
Overall, the time change doesn’t bother me much. Of course, I’ve lost an hour of precious sleep, now I’m eating my breakfast for lunch and my kids will be up tonight until midnight. Other than that, it’s a good thing. Wouldn’t it be great if we could all have this magical power to fast forward time whenever we really needed to?
Other instances when losing an hour of time might be a good thing:
–When you’re two hours into a 12 hour road trip trapped in a tiny Volkswagen with your brothers and a dead a/c after consuming an all-you-can-eat Mexican food buffet.
–When the dentist informs you he’s ready to cut into your jaw bone now and there may be some pressure and lots of smoke.
–When you’re cornered at a family reunion by Aunt Martha who proceeds to discuss in detail every major and minor medical procedure she’s endured in the last 30 years. And she acts them out using graphic hand gestures.
–When you’re stuck in a gigantic line at Walmart and your tired, cranky five year old bursts into a rousing rendition of, “Everybody poops!” at the top of her lungs.
–When your son sits down on the couch next to you and says, “Hey, Mom! I can count to 5,ooo now! Wanna see? 1…2….3…”
–When you’re laying on your side, half naked and exposed in a johnny, and the doctor holds up the 50 foot tube he’ll use to perform your colonoscopy, complete with a tiny camera so you can be sure to see every last detail on the giant HDTV screen parked at your head.
–When you’re in the front row of a pop concert with your daughter, surrounded by screaming rabid tweens and the Jonas Brothers return to the stage to perform their 15th encore featuring the cover of, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”
–When you’re in the throes of excrutiatingly hard labor, the baby is stuck, your spine is splitting in half and the doctor suddenly informs you he’s going to “completely turn off the epidural” to “prepare you for the OR”.
–When you’re finally finishing up your mammogram and the technician comes back into the room and tells you the xrays were too blurry so you have to repeat the procedure all over again.
–When you sit down to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner and before the first forkful of turkey, your father-in-law announces, “Obama should go to hell!” to your Democrat mother.