Oh the joys of jetlag! I had been secretly delighted at how well the short one has adapted to the change in timezones and how well she has continued to sleep...until last night!
We have all been hitting the sack pretty early, keeping the routine going of an early dinner, bath, story and bed. The first few nights the short one was waking at 3.30am after 9 hours sleep. We have brought her to our bed and settled her reasonably well until a more respectable 5.30am. That was until last night...
Apparently there is a 2.30am in Munich. Reluctantly we brought her into our bed again in a futile attempt to get her back down. She clearly had other ideas, all the while kindly suggesting to us a plethora of fun activities that all can enjoy at this ungodly hour. After wrestling with what felt like several octopi for well over 2 hours, I reflected on the words of my GP. I began to trawl the depths of my mind to try and remember how to perform a vulcan pinch.
Finally she did collapse in a conveniently placed cross-bed position leaving both of us in a death-like vice grip hanging precariously off the edge.
Jetlag 1, toddler 1, us 0