I was going to write a stellar post for today, but instead I’m going to start a Kickstarter campaign to return clocks to pre-daylight savings time. I admittedly don’t really understand how Kickstarter works, but it seems to solve problems for other people, and let me tell you – this time change has been a PROBLEM in my house all week.
I won’t bore you with the details of my sleepless, grouchy children, which have in turn led to a sleepless, unproductive me. But I will give you some advice – whatever you do, do NOT choose the week of daylight savings to make other significant changes in your life. I’m not talking about potty training, or sleep training, or moving to a new house or having a baby. Those are minor blips.
I’m talking about things that are life-altering. Changes that will turn your world upside down. Specifically, I’m talking about switching your salt and pepper shakers.
Apparently my entire life I have been misusing salt and pepper shakers. I grew up putting the salt in the shaker that has a lot of holes, and the pepper in the shaker with fewer holes. Blame my Midwestern upbringing – frequent consumption of bland casseroles can lead to a salt addiction. I’m not a pepper person.
Little did I realize how much my flawed shaker system bothered my husband. He’s been shaking in silence for nearly 8 years. Then last week, when the salt ran out, he seized the opportunity to stage an uprising and overturn the shaker establishment. He switched the shakers without warning. He didn’t even bother to put an ‘S’ and ‘P’ on the front to remind me of the change. Cold turkey. Figure it out, Amy. You’re on your own.
All week long I have been inadvertently peppering my eggs, my dinners, my everything. On a normal week, it might take me a day or two to catch on. But this week? With my constant state of fatigue? It’s like Groundhog Day: Kitchen Edition. I make the same mistake over and over and over. Heaven forbid, last night I even over-peppered some tuna casserole. RIP.
I’m hoping that balance will be restored in the universe this weekend so we can all sleep and eat in harmony. Otherwise I will stage my own culinary rebellion and fill both shakers with salt.
Banana Wheels 
I will pretend to feel badly for laughing at you, but I have to reveal my secret: I love pepper. I put it on my eggs and my dinner…and it’s not even a mistake. So I would like to take this opportunity to bow to your husband for lasting this long. I would have switched the shakers on night three of our marriage.
Hang in there. You’ll make it with less salt and more pepper in your life.
Or die trying.
So there’s that.
When I read posts like this I am reminded of what a pity it is that I am nowhere near you in person. I think we would get along splendidly!
I’ll just go ahead and move to Europe to make it easier for both of us. See you soon.
The salt is supposed to go in the one with the small holes?!
I don’t believe it either. Go big or go home.
See, this is always the good time change for us. It’s the fall one that effs up my kids. They get up at 5:30 or 6, which sure, to them is 6:30 or 7, but I’ve already adjusted myself, so I’m going to bed at midnightish. And then having to keep them up that extra hour before bedtime? It’s terrible. In the spring my brain is tricked by the clock, and I say “Wow! I got to sleep in until 8! But of course it’s like 7 to them.