I fully expected that my body would violently protest my return trip home after nine weeks in Italy, and I was proven right! Spencer and I have now been home a week and I have finally beaten my internal beast called jet lag. Italy is six hours ahead of Indiana and our three flights home followed the sun. Since I didn’t sleep a wink on any of the planes I thought that I’d be able to get my body clock back on track right away landing at 10pm Indianapolis time. I was so wrong. On our first night home I managed to sleep until 6am and woke up feeling like I had been hit by a Mack truck, all eighteen wheels. Despite six hours of uninterrupted slumber I was unconscious in my bed by 5:30pm that first full day home.
I tried to follow the rules of beating jet lag, eating meals on my flights, going outside for lots of fresh air, taking bike rides with Spencer, trying to avoid naps and keeping the corks in my wine bottles. My body laughed at these feeble attempts.
The score stands at Jet lag 1—Jeanie 0. If you’re wondering, Spencer bounced back immediately. He played outside everyday and still managed to stay awake until 8:30pm to 9:00pm every night. Luckily my two teenagers had pity on their severely jet lagged Mom and made sure Spencer was put to bed without burning down the house the first few nights home while I sawed logs! (Don’t panic, Spencer is not a pyromaniac–“burning down the house” is a family joke). Thankfully my week of torment has ended and I have regained control of my body clock! With two more trips to Italy planned before next summer I know this will become a battle of wits I will eventually win … Jeanie vs. Jet lag!