We’d been curious about how jet lag would affect a baby. A few friends had put forward their hypothesis: “It will likely be harder on you than on her.”
If what they meant was, “Jet lag will hit you harder than her,” they missed it.
If what they meant was, “HER jet lag will be harder on you than it is on her,” evidence is mounting.
It’s coming up on 2 AM, and she’s still doing 30-minute power naps, at best, despite the obvious fact that she is overtired. A new room, a strange bed, and a million things to see, and she’s just out of whack. So some late night blogging and reading (with her strapped on to me) is my attempt to offset some of my “whack” and reset some of hers. And if Shannon’s able to log some solid hours of sleep, at least we’ll all be looking after the most important whack of all in this equation.
The newly discovered flexibility of whack’s usage has sidetracked my lagging mind, so I’m hitting “publish” and moving on.