Sunday, July 5, 2009

I hate jet lag

Second day in Norway now, and the jet lag is bad. 
Really, really bad.
I had forgotten how it feels when you wake up at 3 AM, can't go back to sleep, and then, when you just start to drift into a dream again, around 7.30, you're woken up by the five-year old who had a nightmare.
And, the baby is sick.  Started the day we left, actually.  For the first time in his life, to be exact, he has the stomach flu...  Poor thing, what bad timing.
Threw up all morning, and we kept changing his diapers every hour  throughout the trip.  Then, the plane was late, and, just to make everything perfect, it was full.  We ended up having him in our arms all nine hours on the plane to Copenhagen.  
We slept some of the night, 
Because of the delay, we lost our flight out of  Copenhagen, was rebooked to a later one, and then, when we finally got to Oslo, our bus had left, and we were stuck for two hours at the
After a almost two-hour bus ride, we were finally at the train/bus station in our home town. Surrounded by our 11 suitcases plus carry-ons and stroller, The children and I stood there, on the curbside, waiting for J.Y. to get back with the car and trailer.
At 9.30 PM on Friday we were finally at home.
So strange to be there after six months.  
These two days have been about unpacking, rediscovering toys and rooms, eating strawberries and doing some swimming in the city's outdoor pool.  But first of all about trying to get some more sleep, and about caring for a sick child, plus cleaning floors and bedding because of him.
My brain doesn't work properly yet.  And I'm working tomorrow.  Two photo shoots.  God, give me strength!


  1. I am glad that you made it back safe, although harried, I will miss you guys.


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