Coming back to Abu Dhabi and suffering from this thing called jet lag is like having 5 newborn babies at the same time. Now I don't know about you, but the sleep deprivation that comes with ONE newborn baby is almost enough to send me over the edge. Five?! I'm kind of like a raving lunatic who falls asleep mid sentence in the middle of the day. Seriously, I've been going to bed at 5 pm when Ken gets home and skipping dinner entirely. My experience this past week can be summed up in one word: DREADFUL. Not because I don't love it here and not because I'm not oh-so-happy to be home and among our friends who are family. But because scenes like this occur regularly throughout the day (see photo above)
| We were cooking together! Specifically to keep her awake! I turn around to get the flour, and BOOM, she's out. And it is 10 a.m. |
This means that our nights look something like this:
- Day 1: Wake up at 2 a.m. to find my very resourceful 8 year old downstairs with 3 of his siblings. [how long have they been awake?!] "Don't worry mom," they tell me, "Tyler gave us breakfast. Fruit snacks and chocolate granola bars!" Ah yes, the breakfast of champions.
- Day 2: We decide to start a giant lego creation with the boys at 3 a.m. Then get the dishes done and the kitchen mopped, only to want to go back to bed at 5 a.m.
- Days 3-7: We are all awake and ready to start the day at 2 a.m. Dressed by 7 a.m. Asleep by 9 a.m. Except for Ken, who has to go to work and pretend to be awake all day.





















