Welcome to jet lag hell.
The time is currently 13:59.
You'd think I'd be better than this, but apparently this whole week has been nothing but an extension of amateur hour. Why? The reason is simple: because here I am, once again, in jet lag hell. We landed back in Geneva, Switzerland seven days ago, and I have only slept once when it's been dark out.
So today, on this poor excuse for a snowy vendredi, I've decided to fight back - against myself. I've been (involuntarily) awake since just before midnight, and rather than stay up til 8 am and finally pass out into an annoyed daytime slumber, I've decided to stay up. I think its really the only way to reset my clock at this point.
This war on my inner biological clock means doing whatever it takes to stay awake until at least 9 or 10 pm (21:00 or 22:00 for my frenchies out there) tonight. This may not seem like that difficult of a task, but when you haven't slept at a normal time for a solid week it's just a big pain in the ass (especially when your husband's super power is his ability to fall asleep at a moment's notice). So far I've kept myself busy with domestic activities like sweeping and mopping to keep my eyes open, so obviously I'm completely out of fun ideas and getting desperate. I'm not sure quite how much further my bottoming out is, but I can only imagine that my closet will be color coded by season and our pantry rearranged by alphabetical order of the month said items were purchased by the time this is all over.
So friends, help a girl out - what are your tricks for getting over jet lag?
(No really, please tell me.)
A la prochaine friends...