Jet Lag Sucks!!!
See? Planes are evil! I'm pretty sure this is the one that gave me the jet lag to begin with. If not... it looks like it should have.
Yes, dear readers and loyal subjects, it's true. Jet lag sucks. And let me tell you when it sucks most. It sucks most when there's a 13 hour time difference between where you've been and where you end up. That's what I've been dealing with all week and I finally thought I'd beaten it after Wednesday. I was better! Life was good! Everything was fine.... until Thursday. Wouldn't you just know it?
So here's how things went. I've been dealing with being tired during the day and exhausted in the evenings, but then after I go to sleep, I always wake up in the middle of the night with several hours worth of insomnia. This has wrecked havoc with my whole day! So when I ended up sleeping most of the night on Wednesday, I thought things were better. I was awake during the day on Thursday. It was the most alert I've been all week. I didn't find myself staring at my computer screen at work wondering what the hell I'd been doing with this screen open. I didn't lose 10 minutes at a time staring off into space for no apparent reason. (Not that I'd have been doing that earlier in the week while I was working, Cherie! Everyone say Hi, Cherie to my boss.) Anyway, it had been a good day. That is until I tried to put my daughters to bed.
I have this ritual with my daughters. I tell them Beezle stories. Beezle is this tiny fairy that I made up years ago who goes on adventures and gets into all sorts of trouble. My daughters LOVE Beezle stories because inevitably Beezle does something ridiculous and they laugh and laugh and laugh. Really these stories are pretty much autobiographical. At least they're autobiographical in the "if I were a tiny fairy who got into ridiculous adventures" sort of way because this is TOTALLY how I'd handle that sort of thing. I'm pretty sure that's what autobiographical means. I looked it up online and it said something else, but we all know you can't trust what you read online.
This isn't Beezle. It's another tiny fairy picture that I found online but it really COULD be Beezle... except that Beezle wears clothes because I tell these stories to my kids! The last thing I need to do is encourage nudist tendencies at my house. What is it with kids and not wanting to wear clothes?!
Anyway, getting back to my story. I sat down on the bed to tell my daughters a Beezle story. I remember starting the story. It was about Beezle visiting a farm and deciding to ride a chicken. (Again, TOTALLY what I would do. I'm just sayin'.) But the problem was that I don't really remember how the story ended. They assured me that it did end and even told me the ending on Friday morning. The thing is that apparently as soon as the story ended, I put my head down and fell asleep on their bed. Now, please let it be known that my daughters are apparently willing to take care of their dear, old Mom because they not only covered me up and tucked me in. They also took off my glasses, put them on the dresser, and each gave me a kiss! Then they turned out the light and left the room! Their thought process was that if Mom was sleeping in their bed then surely no one really intended for THEM to try to sleep in it too. Thus it was going to be a late night for them!
It was about an hour later that they got tired of playing in the littlest's room and went to tell MPH that they were tired and I was asleep in their bed. He very helpfully sent them back in there to wake me up. I woke up fairly well... confused, but what else is new. I managed to stagger out of their room and down into mine before falling asleep again. Three hours later I was up... with insomnia... for two hours. So yeah, if anyone asks, jet lag sucks! And if you need me, I'm spending the weekend asleep on the beach. Have a great one!