It is 9.52am and I have been awake since 2.30am. Sash slept pretty soon after coming home from daycare at 5.30pm yesterday and woke up fresh as a daisy at 2.30am. I was able to persuade her to stay in bed until about 4.30 when her Daddy woke up, which she took as license to get up and play. We decided then that we might as well start the day so prepared our coffee, bagels and mangoes for breakfast. We had to keep reminding Sash that the sun was sleeping and it is dark so we could not go outside. She remained by the glass door licking the door while waiting for the sun to rise. So now in addition to having to pack for another trip I have to Windex the window.

She asked for chicken at 6.30am and a few minutes ago asked for pizza. Now, chicken I am prepared for, but pizza? I had to make do and toasted a piece of bread with cheese and spread some ketchup on top. She actually ate half of the rather dodgy concoction. She must be as tired as I am.

D is in the office grading some papers. Funny, I used to think that my exam results in Uni were mainly based on the amount of effort I put in, the hours of studying and regurgitating. I now realise that it very much depends on the grader, in that if he has a kid with jet lag at home, the person taking the exam is pretty much screwed.