No, I didn't alter it. And no, I didn't wake up really early.
Jet. Lag. SUCKS.
So yes, I'm back in the good ol' US of A. I got back Saturday afternoon but the jet lag has hit me tonight the worst I've ever had it. I suppose tonight was the first night I wasn't so delusionally exhausted I could have slept no matter what time of day my body thought it was. M gets insomnia all the time and I've never had it before. Looking on the bright side, I have so much more empathy for him now. And I finished my book. So yah, sleep is overrated, right?
Can someone please tell me why, WHY, I have four extra four year olds above and beyond my own little handful coming over to my house at 9am