I live in central standard time (CST).
This means that anytime a show is advertised on TV I usually have to subtract an hour from EST to determine what time I can watch the show.
But that is nothing compared with the time zones I negotiate when moving from room to room in my home.
Yes my home.
My husband sets clocks ahead.
He sets his watch 7 minutes ahead and keeps it on military time. Not a big deal since he alone wears his watch.
What has been a bit contentious is the clock in the bedroom. The clock by the bed that wakes us up in the morning. The clock that is currently 32 minutes ahead. Interestingly, that clock has inched up in aheadness approximately 1 minute per year of our marriage.
The clock in the shower is 17 minutes ahead.
The clock in the kitchen is 6 minutes ahead.
The clock in the car is 11 minutes ahead.
Oh, aren’t you taking notes? Because if you come visit you might want to know the time.
After years I have learned to look at a clock based on its location and do the math in my head.
Oh! I am in the bedroom and it is 10:43? Nope! It’s 10:11!
Oh! I am taking a shower and have only 5 minutes? Nope! I have 22!
Oh! I am running 15 minutes driving to an appointment? Nope! No need to call ahead, I will only be 3 or 4 minutes late.
So, the obvious question is WHY?
And believe me, I have asked the obvious question on many occasions. Some more heated then others.
Why do I have to live under these extreme math conditions?
My husband replies that it makes him feel better about getting up early in the morning. Like it isn’t actually 5:30 because the clock says it is 6:02. I don’t buy this argument…
Because he is one of the smartest people I know. So you can’t tell me that he isn’t doing the math in his head the INSTANT that he looks at the clock.
So the question of WHY remains.
I guess that I should be grateful that he hasn’t determined an international date line runs through the dining room…
I live in central standard time (CST).
This means that anytime a show is advertised on TV I usually have to subtract an hour from EST to determine what time I can watch the show.
But that is nothing compared with the time zones I negotiate when moving from room to room in my home.
Yes my home.
My husband sets clocks ahead.
He sets his watch 7 minutes ahead and keeps it on military time. Not a big deal since he alone wears his watch.
What has been a bit contentious is the clock in the bedroom. The clock by the bed that wakes us up in the morning. The clock that is currently 32 minutes ahead. Interestingly, that clock has inched up in aheadness approximately 1 minute per year of our marriage.
The clock in the shower is 17 minutes ahead.
The clock in the kitchen is 6 minutes ahead.
The clock in the car is 11 minutes ahead.
Oh, aren’t you taking notes? Because if you come visit you might want to know the time.
After years I have learned to look at a clock based on its location and do the math in my head.
Oh! I am in the bedroom and it is 10:43? Nope! It’s 10:11!
Oh! I am taking a shower and have only 5 minutes? Nope! I have 22!
Oh! I am running 15 minutes driving to an appointment? Nope! No need to call ahead, I will only be 3 or 4 minutes late.
So, the obvious question is WHY?
And believe me, I have asked the obvious question on many occasions. Some more heated then others.
Why do I have to live under these extreme math conditions?
My husband replies that it makes him feel better about getting up early in the morning. Like it isn’t actually 5:30 because the clock says it is 6:02. I don’t buy this argument…
Because he is one of the smartest people I know. So you can’t tell me that he isn’t doing the math in his head the INSTANT that he looks at the clock.
So the question of WHY remains.
I guess that I should be grateful that he hasn’t determined an international date line runs through the dining room…
ohhh…wow,..haha that would be soo confusing..but you will never be late for anything..I guess..hehe
I tried that for a while, in an attempt to stop being late all the time. It didn’t work. I always knew that I was tricking myself.
I’m too smart for my own procrastinating good.
I slapped myself in the face and took my anti-schizophrenia meds and was done with it.
tee hee.
I am not smart enough to live in your house.
Whoa. I don’t think my brain could handle that. I get crazy when my husband gets to the clocks when there’s a time change. He only sets them to *approximately* the right time. I have to go fix all of them so they’re exact.
Ok,that was beyond confusing! How do you function?
Two clocks in the kitchen. Neither are right, and they seem to run fast on their own after we set them.
The Calm One insists on setting bedroom clock fast and then hitting the snooze several times. All I know is that I am awake a whole lot more than I need to be. And it ticks me off.
You can’t punish the kid for maximizing the principles of capitalism, right?:-)
He wants to keep you in a contstant state of paranoia. That’s the only explanation I can think of!
well…I have to admit I do the very same thing–bedroom 22 minutes fast, kitchen–11 minutes fast, car–16 minutes fast.
My husband is always late and this gets him moving–sneaky sneaky 😉
Oh, that is so funny. Derrick does the exact same thing and it drives me nuts! I just want to know what time it is! (really) The worst is when he drives my car and changes my clock. I just got a new car though, and when I learned that the clock automatically sets by satelite to the correct time (and zone!) and YOU CANNOT CHANGE it, I had myself a good laugh. HA.