Jet Lagged

Well, it has been a few weeks, but I am finally coming around from being jet-lagged. Where did I venture, you ask? Nowhere — I am simply a victim of Daylight Saving Time. Now, most of you probably think this is a figment of my vivid imagination, but every year when we move that little hand forward and lose that hour of sleep, I feel cranky, sleepy, and just plain unproductive for the few weeks that ensue. Both my mom and my husband claim that I make this up to explain why I like to sleep a little later. (I argue and argue, but in their defense, I am a professional sleeper.) I understand why they say this, but that doesn’t make it true.

To compensate, I am forced to up my beauty regimen with a little more focus on my eyeliner, pinker colors for my lips, a little more blush and an extra spritz or two of a revitalizing body spray. I have also done a lot more shopping than usual this month. I started off getting some cute tops from H&M and paired them with my favorite jeans and my BCBG heels. Then, I headed over to Old Navy and found some spring-weight cords which, once my husband saw the first pair on me, I was told to go out and buy more. He didn’t have to tell me twice! I ended up getting them in dark green, dark tan and light tan. I purchased the last two pairs on sale for $19.99. Plus, I had a birthday coupon — got to love that.

I imagine that the people out in Indiana are still adjusting to the big change since in the last few years they, too, have finally joined the rest of us. March seems like a blur. Now that we are heading into April and I have finally stopped responding to requests for the time with, “well, the clock reads 3 p.m., but it is really 2 p.m.,” I think I can finally say I have recovered.