I know your life is not an easy one.
Your mornings bring cursing from many as the alarm clocks sound, signaling the beginning of the work week. Your greeting means an end to weekend fun, the possibility of sleeping in, or the chance to actually make a dent in the encroaching laundry piles.
You are are the whip cracker, bringing the reality back to us all from the fantasy of the weekend.
I’m pretty sure you want to beat your cousins Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
I have tried not to hold all of these things against you.
However, when you deem it okay to allow my daughter to awake before 7 AM, the sun still hidden, then talk loud enough she disturbs my son, who then must rush to our room and insist we get out of bed….
It really pisses me off.
So knock it off.
And warn all of your cousins.
And your great grandfather, Daylight Savings Ends.
Because I predict we are going to have a few words in the coming weeks if this year is anything like last year. And the year before.
No one is safe.