With Brasil being four hours ahead right now (though sometimes it's six, and I so totally don't understand how that works), coming back should be easy as pie. (Or is that cake? Or a piece of cake? A piece of pie?)
It's like the Fall Back time change, where you gain an extra hour, but times four. How awesome is that!
I even thought about this on the plane, excited that the time change would be working in my favor. Maybe I'd even wake up at 4:00 the next morning rearing to go, and beat my boss into the office (he's usually in by 6:00)! And I could keep it up, getting in early every day! He'd be in awe of my dedication, and a raise would soon follow.
So why didn't I jump out of bed when my alarm went off, ready to tackle the world? Getting up at 5:45 the last two mornings should've felt like sleeping in until 9:45! A total breeze!
It seems my plan to embrace my extra four hours fell down a deep dark hole called slumber.
The first morning I had to slide off the bed to the floor and crawl into the bathroom, all with my eyes still firmly shut. I was groggy and headachy the whole day long. I thought, okay, maybe it's just because I didn't get much sleep on the plane. Tomorrow will surely be better! Yes, tomorrow will be my day to shine in the wee hours of the morning!
This morning DID go a bit better, since Gabi is still on Brasilian time and decided to wake us up to play at 5:00, the chipper little monkey that she is. That gave me a good 45 minutes of being climbed on to slowly wake up, and this time I was able to crawl to the bathroom with my eyes open. But I'm still all groggy and headachy.
For an example of how this day is going, a little earlier when still at work I laid my head on the back of my chair, because I could barely keep my eyes open, just for a teeny tiny second, and was startled awake five minutes later by my phone ringing. Mouth open and everything. I think I went unobserved, but I need to do something about feeling so dragged down.
Was it this hard all the other times we came back? I honestly don't remember. All I know is that right now I'm turning into a cranky beast because my body refuses to cooperate with my brain. There's so much to do, and I'm just too tired to do any of it! I'm so tired I'm letting Gabi eat Honey Nut O's straight out of the box for dinner.
Needless to say, I haven't been in the right mind to post about the wedding. I have so many other things to write about, too! It'll have to wait until I'm feeling back to my normal self. I don't even know if THIS post is making any sense.
As soon as Gabi's done stuffing herself with cereal, we're heading to bed.