Hell on earth is being jet lagged. Hell in hell is having to entertain a jet lagged 2 year old while jet lagged.

We arrived home at 2.30 am, dumped our luggage and tried to sleep. Sash couldn't, so we couldn't. We gave up by 5.30am and had an early breakfast in the sunroom, looking out into our green and transformed garden. We still cannot believe that when we left there was a few feet of snow on the ground. The neighbours have been asking how Sash was during the long flights, especially the practically continuous KL-HK-Vancouver-TO leg back home. We told them she surpassed expectations. Well, if one expects ones kid to have an ear infection and scream all 20 hours that is. I believe when you have low expectations, it can only get better from point zero. No, seriously, she was pretty excellent during the flights. We only had to use the Dora DVDs in the middle of the HK-Vancouver leg, she ate some of the kiddie meal, slept alot, decorated her screen and seat belt with stickers that her Auntie Dora gave her, and did not puke once. Did I mention in my earlier posting that she puked twice on our way to HK from Vancouver and also in a taxi in HK (with it being 32 degrees, it was a special kind of nasty)? We took her off milk then...unfortunately, she has refused to drink milk since. Our section during the HK-Vancouver flight was filled with Aussies on holiday, and I think we were as apprehensive of them as they were of Sash. Upon landing those around us told us that she behaved beautifully, and if I wasn't so sleepy I would have extended them the same compliment. Again, I am kidding. I get sarcy-funny this way when I am seriously deprived of sleep. Sash's world has gone topsy turvy, hence our world follows suit. She is wide awake at night and really perks up at 3am. This morning, at 4.30 she declared her hunger and wanted chicken. D finally sent her to day care at 8am. It may be unfair to inflict a jet lagged Sash on J, but I need to get some sleep and get the laundry done because we have to pack for our next trip to Montreal and Quebec City on Wednesday. As usual we have left the travel arrangements far too late and it will cost a bomb to fly or take a train, so we will probably drive it. I hate long flights, but I detest long drives. The last time we took a road trip with Sash was when we were house hunting in TO and driving up from NY every other weekend. It was tough with an 11 month old then, it will be brutal with a 2 year old I imagine. Again, think bad thoughts, think bad thoughts.

Sash misses her Tot, Nenek, Puteh, Baby, Maya (Tot's 3 cats) and Auntie Dora..in that order..ok, to be brutally honest, she misses the cats and then Tot..sorry Tot (or Tok). At 11.30 to past Midnight, as I was seriously contemplating asking the docs for toddler appropriate sleeping pills, she was singing Jingle Bells and meowing over and over again, looking for Puteh in the basement.



I think we need a holiday after this holiday.