When we went out east we (at least I felt I didn't) have any trouble switching to the new timezone. I patted myself on the back with my brilliant strategy of "changing to the new time zone mentally as soon as you got the first airport on your trip there" and getting as much sleep as I could on the way.
People told me that it's harder going west to east. I knew that with my extensive experience of one trip that I had figured it out and would be fine when we came home.
I might have been mistaken.
So far my "wide awake, you've been sleeping too long" wake up times have been: 3 am, 3 am, 5 am and now 6:30 am. But I only went to bed at 2 am. I know that anyone with kids or that does shift work would be like "I *wish* that I cold get 4.5 hours of sleep!". In my defense, 2 hours into a 12 hour flight they paged for someone to help out (and Laura did), so she didn't get much sleep on that flight and neither did I. So, step 2 of my plan was foiled.
This post if more of a recognition of my hubris and loss thereof than a rant session.
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