Dear Daylight Savings Time,
I thought we were cool.
Sunday wasn't too bad. It just got light a little later and dark a bit later, but other than that, I appreciate that you stayed out of my life for the most part.
Monday I felt good! You were sweet to me and gave me nice (if still dark) walking weather. Great day, friend!
Tuesday was another fab day! I enjoyed the extra light when my night ran longer than usual! No complaints here!
Today...oh today, Daylight Savings Time...
Today you sucker-punched me right in the gut.
I am exhausted and I can't find anyone to blame but you! I have stuck to my schedule, kept up with work, taught my heart out, and still...still you thought it was okay to bring this crushing tiredness into my life.
I spent the day losing my train of thought, forgetting how to spell things, interrupting myself (I realized today that this is actually possible. Who knew?), and having all kinds of problems that I totally and completely blame on you and my lost hour of sleep.
I'm not going to be over this for awhile. You hurt me. Please, if you have any sense of decency, bring darkness just a little early tonight so that I can fall asleep on time and have a better day tomorrow. Do it for the kids.
Your former supporter,