Jetlag

I don’t understand jetlag math. It is currently 6:00 am. I have been begrudgingly up for an hour. Last night the same thing happened. After playing on my computer in the middle of the night in a finally successful attempt to wear myself down, I fell asleep around 6:30. After loosing so much of my ever precious slumber time, I gave Akin the death stare when he woke me up this morning. 

I wanted nothing more than to argue as to why I ought to be able to sleep as long as I wanted until his words actually created meaning in my half fried brain, “Babe, get up. Its 1:00.” One? What the hell? Are you serious? I slept until one? That’s just ridiculous. My frustration with the fact that I had missed half the day was only equaled by my frustration that I was now left with no leg on which to stand in the argument as I to why I ought to be left alone in my slumber. 

What I don’t understand is the numbers. As I understand it jetlag is a failure to adapt to a new time zone. Your body is accustomed to your home time zone and refuses to take the rhythm of the new location. So what the hell is my body doing? 

Turkey is an 8 hour time difference from Missouri.This means that when I am waking up at 5:00 in the morning, my body theoretically thinks that it is 9:00 pm. What kind of time is that to wake up. Its closer to time to go to bed than it is to wake up. I suppose it makes sense for me to be groggy in the morning (or at 1:00 in the afternoon), but not for me to be bright eyed and busy tailed right now. Its just plain annoying. 

Well, morning prayer is going  off now so I guess I will have to take solace in knowing that I’m not the only person up bright and early on this lovely Monday morning.