This jetlag thing...ugh. I feel like dog meat. Shoot, I probably look like dog meat, too. But I am avoiding mirrors at this point. I wondered about all this talk of jetlag. The only trouble I had when we traveled to Ethiopia was the need for a little earlier bedtime. Evidently, the difference between an 8 hour time difference & a 12 hour one is ginormous. Lucky me.
Last night was the worst yet. I had decided to stay up until about midnight to see if I could make it a bit longer through the night. Big fail. Instead, I never fell asleep. Kemeri did better, but she has little moments that she wakes up crying to make sure I'm there. Fortunately, it doesn't take too long to settle her down & get her back to sleep.
The last time I checked the time, it was about 5 a.m. And then the vicious raccoon came & tried to bite Kade, so I hit it with a baseball bat. Seems the blood attracted wolves to come, so I fought them off until I could get all the kids into Grandpa Jack's cabin. When I tried to yell for him to get his gun, nothing would come out of my mouth, & the wolves were pushing the door in. Finally, Joe showed up, so I was frantically telling him we needed to shoot a gun to scare the wolves away, when I realized some idiot was filming the whole thing with his cell phone. I turned & told him I thought it highly inappropriate for him to be filming this horror, especially since I am a mother of 9 & in my underwear.
I could really use a peaceful night of sleep.