You may have noticed that I didn’t post yesterday. Actually, most of you probably didn’t notice.
I have an excuse though. I am dealing with the worst case of jet lag ever! Even as I write, there is a high chance I may not finish this sen—
As you know, my little Ricky and I went to Germany last week to visit my sister. Since we’ve been home, we’ve been crashing sometime between 6:00 and 9:00 at night and waking up sometime between 2:00 and 4:30 a.m. While you would think that getting up so early would be greatly improving my productivity, I’m still netting around five hours a night, and I’m walking around like a zombie.
Ricky is pretty funny too. I usually bump into him around 5:00 a.m.
Last night he said, “Will you read that part of Heidi to me that you read last night?”
“You mean that part where you fell asleep?” I asked.
“Yeah,” that part, he said.
Two minutes later he asked, “Do you think you could not read Heidi tonight?” as his eyes dropped closed.
“Yeah,” he said before drifting off . As you can imagine, the jet lag has interfered a bit with our reading routines, but I’m been still trying my best to keep it going!
Last night as I read A Wrinkle in Time to my older boys, I keep nodding off. After all it was almost 8:30. Davy was sorely disappointed that I hadn’t read much so I got myself up, got in my pajamas, and then went back down to his room to read a bit longer, but I fell asleep again in five minutes.
Finally, I got into my own bed with Debi in tow, explaining to me that since I hadn’t read Heidi to her, I owed her a Persian Cinderella story. I got in bed and started reading it to her, and was just dying about halfway through. I finished the book early, hoping she wouldn’t that there were about ten pages left. I wouldn’t know because I was out before I could even hear her protest.
This morning I was delighted to see that I had slept in until 4:45 a.m. So why am I so tired?