Ah man jet lag is a killer.
I missed a whole nights sleep travelling back from Texas. I got cocky when I managed to make it through the whole of the day without sleep on my return. It bloody killed me, by 7pm my eyes were rolling, I didn’t know where I was and I felt delirious, still I made it to 8pm and thought I was home free.
That first night wasn’t too bad, I was so exhausted that bar a couple of hours in the middle of the night where I woke up and couldn’t drift straight back off, I managed to get a good nights sleep. I woke up a little later than normal the next morning but I was convinced that I was done, my body was back into it’s normal rhythm. Easy.
Not so. Last night I went to bed later than normal, around 10.30pm, convinced I would get a great nights sleep. Fifteen minutes after sinking into my lovely warm bed, my 3 year old (who had gone to bed as normal at 7pm, no problem) woke up after three hours sleep full of beans. For two hours I continued to send her back into her own bed every time she snuck around the corner into my room but after that I conceded defeat and joined her in her room. I knew she was jet lagged and lets face it, there’s not many 3 year olds who will lie quietly alone in their room for four hours, plus I knew she’d be scared on her own.
So there I was, in bed with a 3 year old. Another two hours passed with me being kicked in the back; her various body parts being flung over my face being given regular orders to “tickle me.” I was exhausted, cue frustration and nausea. Finally we both fell to sleep only for me to wake up three hours later to use the toilet, I could have cried (bloody old bladder, why do you fail me?). Still at least I could go back to sleep in my own bed and I was convinced that she’d sleep in, after all she was awake for four hours in the night. No such luck, before 8.30am she was in my room demanding I take her downstairs. I convinced her to get in to bed with me and I let the TV baby sit her for an hour while I, though still awake, at least got to rest for a little longer.
I am dreading tonight in case I get a repeat performance, I don’t think I could handle it, I think I would crack up. I have tried to keep her busy all day today in the hopes that I have exhausted her and she will sleep through. Even if she does, there is no guarantee that I’ll just drift off. I’m not going to be so cocky tonight, I’ll be heading to bed just after she does, after all, if you can’t beat them, join them.