I admire people who travel for a living. I can only imagine the green-smoothies and voodoo magic they must conjure to ward off jetlag. I am almost a week home, and still feel as though the ground is rocking. I’m saving a fortune on wine, as I have felt drunk & dizzy for a week.
I am sooo grateful for my own bed, my own pillow and to finally be getting back into a regular sleep schedule that somewhat mirrors my kids. Not that getting up for the day at 3 am wasn’t super productive. It was more the dragging, yawning, desperate need for a coffee from 3 pm on, and bribing the hell outta the kids to go to bed at 9, so I could do the same.
So, hats off to you travelers, I aim to join you once in a great while!
