Jet Lag Sucks

You might say, "My Lord, woman! You are one prolific writer!"

No. Simply: jet lag sucks. What else am I going to do at 3AM?

It's bad enough when you have jet lag and you're traveling on your own. Add in a spouse and there's another soul tossing and turning in your bed that makes sleeping yet harder.

Add in two toddlers and all bets are off. We've now been here three nights. Tonight, the kids went to bed at 7 and we went to bed soon after. Maisie started crying at 12:30, but went back to bed at 12:45. Tom and I were awake. He went back to sleep right away while I worked on this damn blog. Then Hudson woke up at 1:30, but fell asleep in our bed right away. Tom went back to sleep and at 3:30 - when I was finally tired - Hudson woke up for good. Maisie got up not long after.

It doesn't help that I am covered with poison ivy that I apparently got when I was packing up the house in CT. At first, I thought I had a flesh-eating virus which would be very like me. Then - I pulled a total Melinda - and somehow when I was opening the WALL of curtains in our bedroom, they came right out of the ceiling and tumbled onto the floor. The handymen are very busy in Singapore so we can't get it fixed for a week! Even at night, it's bright here - like any city. Yea me.

Me and Hudson? We're fine without sleep. Maisie is like her daddy - a cranky nightmare without enough shut eye. Lucky me. In fact, when they were babies, I took care of the middle-of-the-night feedings et al because I decided an exhausted me was better than a cranky Tom.

All this lack of sleep set off one of Maisie's tantrum of tantrums - or as I like to call them - a grand mal tantrum. It happened this morning and lasted a good 45 minutes. Kids with sensory integration disorder have a hard time with change and need routine. So while Maisie is usually the world's most cheerful and loving kid, she is a complete crazy child when she tantrums. They're like nothing any other child experiences. We say, "She's feeling Bombaloo" after a book we read about tantrums. She's fine now, but when she's in one, they are really frightening for her and frustrating for me and Tom because there seems to be no way to help her. The only way to break them? Turn on the TV. She watched her first anime this morning. 

Again, I find myself wondering what Cheryl is thinking! Ha!

Unfortunately, that's how the rest of her day went, too. It was a day of tears after tears. Poor M.