We’re back home and trying to readjust to the time zone. I’m wiped out—a chocolate mess, as The Gaydi Project would say. I can hardly form coherent sentences. Then again, maybe synaptic lapses are due to ingesting toxic amounts of butter and cheese.
Tonight we went for sushi with Ruby and Sam’s parents, who are staying through the weekend. As I was helping Ruby out of the car, she started to giggle that silly, round-edged toddler giggle that sort of burbles up from deep in the throat. “I got no panties on, Mama!” she said through laughter as she lifted her dress in the parking lot. I’d forgotten to put them back on after she’d used the loo earlier in the day.
Tonight, I begged my mother-in-law to change her plane ticket and stay for the month of August because the house has never been so clean and parenting never so easy. She said yes. My father-in-law said no. I pointed out that I wasn’t inviting him to stay on. Just his wife. He drew his line in the sand and I’m hoping I’ll be thankful to him by Monday morning.
And if all of that isn’t enough of an indicator of how mentally non-functional I am, I actually told the in-laws that they should sell their house and buy one here that’s big enough for all of us to live in together.
Jet lag is some serious fucking shit, people. There should be a warning label on it.
9 responses so far ↓
1 Cheri @ Blog This Mom! // Aug 1, 2008 at 8:49 pm
Dude,
That is some serious fucking jet lag you got there.
Welcome back Sweetheart. I missed you.
2 Martha // Aug 2, 2008 at 4:45 am
It’s it jet lag or did the French lay a serious whammy on you?
Welcome home, darling.
3 Martha // Aug 2, 2008 at 4:46 am
Meh…
too early.
Should be IS it…
4 you know // Aug 2, 2008 at 2:59 pm
I have walked around this city for the last 3 days thinking, ‘just a few days ago, aaryn was here with me.’ I passed the cafe where you asked for directions in broken french that first scorching night–when you and sam and I went in search of bottled water, and I felt like I could actually SEE you on the pavement in front of the cafe. I’m glad you’re home safe and sound, lovey, but I miss you madly, obsessively, totally. (and I miss Sam, too, but don’t let him get a big head about it.)
5 Susan Carlin // Aug 3, 2008 at 4:12 am
Welcome home! I so enjoyed your photos over the last few days.
6 Mrs. G. // Aug 3, 2008 at 7:18 pm
Welcome home.
7 Jennifer // Aug 3, 2008 at 7:44 pm
Yep.. jet lag sucks no matter what. Try 10 time zones with a not quite 2 year old! How do you tell a toddler that it’s time to sleep at 3 AM not eat and play???
Welcome home! I’ve had thoughts of living with my in-laws or my parents…but you’ll get over it soon enough.
8 Mamasphere // Aug 4, 2008 at 3:52 pm
If I ever utter those words from my mouth, kill me.
9 got hope // Aug 5, 2008 at 5:49 pm
Welcome home! I’ve loved seeing all the snippets!
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