Getting Way Ahead of Myself

Put the clock forward an hour at the start of daylight saving, put it back an hour at the end. How difficult can it be? Obviously too difficult for my little pea brain, for over the years I’ve somehow managed to get it wrong on more than one occasion and turned up for church on Easter Sunday morning an hour early or an hour late, or sometimes not at all.

So how did I manage to muck it up this year? Spent a relaxing Thursday night and Good Friday with Glen & Mel & the grandkids, but because I had a full day working in the General Store the next day, got myself organised with things to do to occupy myself all day before I went to bed. Now, I knew I was working a full day shift on Easter Saturday, I repeat Saturday, but somewhere in my head, and most of the time it’s quite an organised head, I thought I’d make sure I got up at the right time and put the bedroom clock back an hour and set the alarm so I wouldn’t turn up late to open the shop.

I have this thing I do if I wake up before the alarm of trying to guess the time judging by the amount of light already in the room, and am surprised at how close I usually get. Thought it must be about 7.30, rolled over and looked at the clock and it said 6.32, which I quickly realised would be right seeing as the sun would now be rising an hour earlier. Tried to nod off again, no luck, so turned the radio on. Everything was fine until the announcer did a time check at 7.45. 7.45? My clock said 6.45. How can it be 7.45, why isn't it 6.45? Brain cogs move slowly to understand this anomaly until the penny drops. Ah…it’s Saturday…duh!

Opened the Store at the right time, but another lapse occurred, as I recorded the day’s newspapers in the Sunday spot in the folder, wondering about the blank line and who hadn’t recorded the arrivals and sales for Saturday’s papers. As I put the papers on the rack and perused the headlines it dawned on me, I was holding the Saturday papers. Got out the white out, changed entries in folder.

Managed to get through the day believing it was Saturday until the evening when I was having trouble working out why the programs on TV weren’t matching what was in the TV guide. I turned on the ABC news at 7pm, that was ok, flipped over at the end of the news to Escape to the Country which wasn’t on, kept pressing the remote to find something worth watching, thought I’d go and do something else until Castle at 8.30 when I came across the start of Coast on SBS which I quite enjoy. But how could that be. Coast isn’t usually on Sunday night. Checked the TV guide again, yep there it was, on Saturday.

Oh…that’s right…it’s Saturday. Still.

Now I blame, well I’m not sure who or what I blame, but the end of daylight saving is confusing enough without having it finish on the Easter long weekend.  Having Friday off obviously made my body, or at least what was left of my brain, believe it was already the weekend, hence I was a day ahead of myself right from the start, or behind, whichever. Here’s hoping I get up at the right time Sunday to open the Giftshop.