I got an unexpected extra hour of sleep the other night (and was therefore an hour late for work in the morning). No, it wasn't because I did the Daylight Savings Time switch a week and some odd days late and in the wrong direction. It was because I woke up with the alarm and, rather than hitting snooze my usual three or four times, I decided just to reset the thing and get another 25 minutes of uninterrupted sleep instead. Good plan, right? Sure, except in my groggy attempt to reset the alarm, I moved the time ahead instead, leaving the alarm thereafter deactivated until the next day.
I didn't realize I had done this, of course, until much later. All I knew when I woke up at 7:45 was that my alarm had not re-alarmed and I was, officially, late for work. Whoops.
It wasn't until I got home and crawled back into bed that night that I realized what I'd done. You may recall that my bedroom clock is always set at least 15-20 minutes fast for no better reason than that I am a creature of ridiculous habits, so when I looked at the clock that night, it didn't surprise me that it was a lot later than it had been on my computer's clock just a few minutes before. It seemed even later than normal, though, so I consulted a clock in another room and did the math. Instead of the usual 20-minute variance, it was now at least 45 minutes later in my bedroom than it was in the rest of the house. Morning mystery solved, I guess.
When I reset the clock, I made a bold decision. Enough of the one-house-with-two-time-zones madness, I thought. I am going to return to living how the normal people live! Or, at least return to having my bedroom clock say the official and current time. ("Normal" is a bold and relative word, after all, and rarely has much to do with clocks.)
I was a little nervous about making this switch. I am so used to barely consciously pressing Snooze until 6:48 that I was worried my half-asleep self would forget I now need to stop pressing that button by 6:30 or so instead. Luckily, I've actually adjusted pretty quickly. Sure, there was a day when I almost hit Snooze at 6:38, but thankfully, my brain woke up and said, "Wait! It really is 6:38! You need to get up, like, now!
I realize I am making an awfully big deal out of a pretty minor thing, but I guess that is sort of my point. This was a kind of big deal to me. I had wondered many times how long I was going to keep up the ridiculous clock game, whether I'd someday have to train a future husband to learn to live with this absurd routine, and yet, I resisted change because I figured it would be too hard.
Now that I know how easily I can step back from the edge of crazy, I am wondering what else I could change as well. How many other things am I unknowingly making hopelessly more complicated than they need to be? How much more difficult am I making my life, under the guise of some misguided attempt to coddle myself?
I'll have to think on this. I should be able to come up with something, I'm sure.