Jet lag? What jet lag?

We did it. The husband and I schlepped the 10-year-old and the 13-year-old all over London and Paris and inbetween, literally, and survived, fairly unscathed. I arrived home to find that, when I sat down to work at my laptop, an evil computer virus had taken its toll, thereby preventing my accessing any files or folders. No big deal! oy. So... I can do little work while my computer is with my company IT folks trying to solve the problem... so continued apologies for no blogs. :(

We flew into London last Sunday night into Monday morning, and I showered and went to work (the London Book Fair) after the all-night plane ride. I'm so busy at the Fair that I don't notice jet lag... I just keep plugging along and don't have time to think about it. I left the fair and got back to the hotel room around 4:30 or 5:00 pm London time to find all three boys, the husband and 2 sons, completely sacked out in the hotel room, fast asleep. It took me quite a bit of effort to get them all up to go get some dinner. The 10-year-old was so groggy and disoriented that he thought it was the next morning!

I tell you that story to tell you why I was chuckling when I overheard the 10-year-old talking on the phone to my mom the evening we got home.

"Yeah... it was great. ... [blah blah blah]. No! I didn't get jet lag AT ALL. I was perfectly fine."

ha.

more tomorrow (or the next day?) on: the hazards of flight with children, the hazards of sleeping in one hotel room with children, eating with children in restaurants, and more!