Your mind has to be right to overcome adversity and all four of us were facing our biggest challenge for sometime, because we are all suffering from JETLAG!
I think I have managed mine quite well, not allowing myself to sleep too much at the wrong time, but sleeping or napping when I felt I could not go a step further unless I gave in.
Mommy slept for three hours yesterday morning which was just her total exhaustion from not sleeping at all for nearly two days prior. We followed her to DIA which she navigated rush hour traffic, and then through 4 airports and on 3 flights with a missing taxi at the end which could have tipped her or anyone over the edge. So after such a long nap in the morning and cooking tea later in the day she felt like she needed a bath and “tucking in” properly and by 10:30 she was happy in her own bed.
Lincoln just sleeps and does not seem to worry too much about when, having been woke up by Mommy after her sleep he fell back to sleep as soon as her back was turned but managed to stay awake until “tea – bath – bed” brought closure on the longest day.
Reagan struggled because we allowed her to manage herself which in hindsight was a huge mistake for her me and especially Mommy because 12 tear old just leave me alone I can do everything myself, was awake most of the night waking us up to say she can’t sleep. I would have throttled her if Mommy had not taken charge at 12 then 2…4 and finally when morning broke and it was time to get up and get ready for school.
I took Billy for a walk because I was told my temper would not help and thought that was the correct call as the house was calm. Upon my return, I could hear Mommy screaming at someone, not wanting to get involved I started to take my boots off as Lincoln came into the kitchen solving the “who was getting shouted at” question.
After a couple of minutes Mommy came down and asked me to be the voice of reason, and for the next 10 minutes I coaxed a very reluctant tired Reagan into getting ready for school, also managing her pathway to the door, while Mommy got Lincoln off and making Reagan’s lunch up too. We had agreed Mommy would do her hair which gave Reagan a last chance to plead with Mommy not to send her to school.
It was just too much for Mommy to see her daughter so distressed that she uttered the words “she can’t go to school like that” which was the chink the slightest crack in our resolve Reagan needed to win it was she was looking for and there it was. She started to go back upstairs and I blew my fucking mind at her knocking over a chair to go scream at her….
To cut along story short, Reagan went to school and stayed all day even if it took Mommy to walk her there and then call the school later to explain why our jetlagged daughter was feeling the way she was.
We all faced a pretty hard day and I am proud of my family for ‘surviving’ today but especially proud of Reagan who given no choice managed to go beyond what she thought she was capable of and be happy about it too!
Tomorrow’s just another day a hurdle maybe but for now we are all about to go to bed at UK bedtime fingers crossed we all get a good night’s sleep!