It’s 3 a.m. on Tuesday here in Brisbane and we are all awake. Not just barely alert, but seriously wide-eyed and ready for action.
After I blogged at you yesterday, we started dropping like flies.
Pete decided to take a short nap yesterday morning and it lasted for 14 hours. Ellie made it until 3 p.m. and slept 12 hours. Grace made it to almost 5 p.m. and slept 10 hours. I took a short nap, was awake for a while, then fell asleep at 6 p.m. and slept until 2 a.m.
No one ate dinner, but it looks like today’s meals will include first breakfast and second breakfast. Or, brekky, as it’s apparently called down here.
This is not how you should deal with jet lag. We should have either pushed through until dinner time and gone to bed early or taken short naps and then stayed up as late as we could manage. Oh well. Today, we’ll just push through and no one will be taking naps. Luckily, I think we’re going to be having so much fun* that it won’t matter.
*If all goes well, we have something pretty terrific planned today.
So right now, Pete’s checking in on sports, the girls are reading, and I’m waiting for the sun to rise (three more hours, this I know) before I go out on a run.
What really matters is that we’re here. And when the sun does rise, this will be our view from our balcony: