We are all still trying to get over our jetlag. Truth be told, without the kiddos, J and I would be just fine by now. Sprout is never ready for bed at "bedtime," and three weeks romping around the countryside have made her even more of a caged tiger in our apartment. Even though Junebug is getting better about falling asleep at his regular time, he doesn't stay asleep. New favorite: Playing from 1 a.m. to 4a.m. It is jetlag, yes, but it is also teething. He is going to get four teeth in the space of one month. Three are already in and the other top one is just beneath the skin.
And all of this adds up to a very tired me. Sorry I'm not back yet, not in the sense that I'm able to keep up with anything. Hopefully by week's end. Hopefully. For now, color me brain-dead.
In the good news department, the weather here is lovely, not getting hotter than 32C/89.6F.