This time adjustment thing has been going VERY badly. Last year we had been in Washington DC for six weeks, so this was our first time adjusting to a.) a 26 hour plane ride, b.) a 9 hour time difference.
Lots of screaming and crying in the night, mostly by me.
All of us are awake ALL night, we all hear the 5 am call to prayer, THEN fall asleep. The first day we forced ourselves awake and were a little shocked that it was 3:30 in the afternoon. Since then we have been trying to be more Finnish and manly and dragging ourselves up by 9:30 or so, but still no one is sleeping at night.
Yesterday, I took Stefan out for a bike ride around and around the stadium, then home for a swim. I thought maybe he would sleep if he were worn out, but no. He fell asleep at nine, woke up around midnight, was awake ALL night, hungry, thirsty, going to the bathroom, picking his nose until he had a nosebleed, afraid of the air conditioner, afraid of a bug he’s seen in Camille’s room two days earlier that he was sure had migrated to his room and was now “ticking” unseen, unsee-able, in a corner, then he got up to ask me, “Which is bigger, an ant or a spark?”
He was all smiles for his first day of first grade though, clapping he was so excited, even on two hours of sleep for the past three nights.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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