Jetlag

A word I used to revert to every time I travelled, no matter how off-kilter I felt the following morning or bang in the middle of the night when, for the life of me, I was wide-awake and ready to run a marathon and couldn't dream of sleeping like everyone else around me.

I didn't know the meaning of the word.

I do now. Leave it to an eight-month old baby to make sure I find out - the hard way.

It's not just one day to get back on track. Looks like it'll be the whole week at least. She's upside down, inside out. Lives the night away like it's broad daylight and is totally unwakeable during the day. Yes, I did try to keep her (semi) awake during the day so she'd bloody sleep at night, but to no avail. Doing that only overtires her and she STILL won't sleep come nightfall. The husband is back at work so that leaves me to spend the night awake with her while I pretend to live some form of normal life during the day and clean the house (seven weeks away leaves a lot of dust around), unpack gazillion bags, cook, feed, do the laundry and try, against all odds, to keep this baby awake.

::sigh::

End of whinging moment, I promise.

Later. Gotta go try and wake Lily.