Daylight savings time is upon us and it’s time to spring forward. Now back on December 21st, I talked about shortgirl appreciation day and the shortest day of the year, well that’s not exactly accurate. December 21st has the least amount of daylight, where I live anyway, but it still has 24 hours in the day. The beginning of daylight savings time, on the other hand, is literally the shortest day of the year, only 23 hours because at 2 am on Sunday, March 8th we spring the clocks ahead an hour.
The beginning of daylight savings time is very significant at my house. First, my husband Pete likes to drive me crazy by changing the clocks one by one from the minute he gets up until we go to bed. And even though he has been doing this to me for 30 plus years, it always seems to catch me off guard and drive me crazy. I get so confused when I look at a clock in one room and then in another and they are not displaying the same time. The worst is looking at the microwave, and the stove and seeing two different times, ugh! Of course, he denies that he’s done anything, making me think I’m even crazier than I already am.
I think I’ve finally gotten to the bottom of why he does his thing with the clocks, he wants to make sure I’m paying attention to him. You see his birthday is March 11th and since we are switching the clocks ahead, his ”birthday weekend” is shorter by an hour and he gets gypped. I tried to explain to him that it really didn’t matter since the hour we lose was in the middle of the night, but he wasn’t buying it.
One year when I figured out he was switching the clocks early I totally ignored it, didn’t say a word and boy was that tough and then I thought I‘d be funny and switch them back. It works out just fine with the microwave and stove and alarm clock. Where I ran into problems was with the wall clocks. I couldn’t be stealthy and just run over and switch it back when he wasn’t looking. I had to drag out one of the step stools I have stashed around my house, climb up, switch the clock, climb down and put the step stool away. Needless to say, only the clocks at my eye level were the ones I switched without getting caught, oops!
So shortgirls, happy spring, and daylight savings time. Don’t worry about the clocks you can’t reach, someone else will change them. Happy Birthday, Pete! Short but mighty, shortgirls rule!