6 o’ clock is for runners.
It’s for people who like to early start on their day.
It’s for people who pray or do yoga without distractions.
It’s NOT for me.
I prefer 9:30, but since I have a toddler, I’ve adjusted to an 8 o’ clock morning call.
And all was well until the time changed.
What the crap time change? Why do you hate me? Why does the sun come into my window so frickin early? And why is my daughter waking up at 6:00?
You know, in some places they don’t even observe time change? Like Arizona.
Which makes me think Arizona is like a Jehovah Witness.
I remember when I was in second grade my friend Lisa didn’t do the pledge of allegiance. She’d just sit there and pick at her bedazzled jean jacket while all of us were standing and saying the pledge. I asked her once why she didn’t do it, and she said it was because of her religion, she also said she didn’t celebrate holidays or her birthday.
I remember thinking, oh hell no (yes, as a second grader I tossed around the hell word. There was a lot of family distress, which gave me a legit excuse to flirt with quazi-cuss words). Then I tried to tell her what she was missing out on: My Little Pony themed birthday parties, Christmas stockings stuffed with candy, dressing up as a princess at Halloween. I think I even shed a few tears for her because she’s missed out on so much.
Except, I don’t think Arizona is missing out on anything.
I think Arizona has the right idea. They also have a high incidence of heat rash and Buicks full of old people. But they have the right idea nonetheless.
And if we lived in Arizona right now my toddler would be sleeping till 8:00.
But then we’d live in Arizona. Which means I’d probably get a heat rash and drive a Buick.