I knew it wouldn’t be very wise to blog last night about how well adjusted everyone was after flying back from our two-week trip to Florida. True, we all went to sleep at what seemed like a decent hour and everyone even managed to sleep through most of the night. But I never forgot the false sense of optimism that they both lulled me into after the first day back from our last trans-Atlantic flight. And just like last time, it all fell apart tonight.
I was convinced that we could work through it this time by simply adjusting immediately to our new local hour; no napping during the day and all meals and bedtimes fully in sync with the Spanish timetable. But kids are not as dumb as we are, trying to stay up when every cell in your body is remembering that for ten zillion years humans have slept generally when they are tired. And that is why Emily got so very frustrated with us for over four hours while we tried to put her to bed when she “wasn’t tired”. Sebastian felt the same but his arguments were far less eloquent. They finally got the better of us at around 11:30pm and we agreed to let them stay up in the living room watching TV for one more hour. And that hour turned into two. They all eventually went soundly to bed and I’m still up like a schlamazel writing blog entries out of guilt from not writing anything for two weeks with so much to write about. It was a great two weeks and it’s good to be home.
