Last Saturday night/Sunday morning we switched to daylight savings time here in the U.S. We “lost an hour” of sleep Sunday morning as we set the clocks ahead 1 hour. The payoff is we gain more daylight at the end of the day. In other words, I have to drag my tired butt out of bed an hour earlier so that it will stay light until 7:00pm (not that one is dependent on the other, lol).
And what that means around here? Six half asleep, cranky people have to deal which each other for about a week or so until we’ve all adjusted. That and now I have an excuse to drink more coffee.
Even though technically we don’t lose an actual hour – I mean, one hour doesn’t magically disappear so that there are only 23 hours in the day – it got me thinking. What would I cut out my day if I actually had to lose an hour?
Sleep – can’t cut an hour there. I don’t get enough as it is. 5:20am already feels like 4:20am!
Laundry – Washing, folding, and ironing easily add up to 2 hours a day. Don’t think the school principals or my boss would appreciate our nakedness.
Cooking – Oh would I love to, but my family refuses give up eating so that one’s out.
Work – Whenever I feel the urge to whine about work these 3 thoughts spring to mind: tuition payments, college looming in the not too distant future, summers off. I quickly snap out of my daydream of returning to SAHM status. Hey, I know a good gig when I have it.
Writing – Even though I should be writing an hour a day, the fact is most days I don’t. And ironically, since writing is the insanity that keeps me sane, I’d never cut that.
Driving – no getting around this one either. kids = lots of taxi time
Hmm. Since these things pretty much sum up my life, looks like there’s only one thing left to cut. Guess my daily me time at the day spa where I indulge myself with massages, saunas, facials, and tanning followed by margaritas with friends will have to go. Le sigh.
If you had to give up an hour of your day, what would you give up?