So I had myself situated perfectly for a seamless transition back to Bahrain time. I slept a bit on the plane, but with 24 hours of travel behind us we arrived in Bahrain in the evening prepared to crash for the night. At least I was. I hadn’t counted on kids who were wired and not ready to sleep. Whatever, they can take care of themselves. I put them to bed with instructions to keep the volume down and was in the middle of sweet sleep by 10:30. Perfect.
Until 2:30 when the laughs got louder and a little voice said, “Mommy, I’m hungry.” Thankfully, one of the brothers took her downstairs to get her some cereal so I was able to go back to sleep. Until 3:30 when I hear shrieks of “MOMMY! MOMMY!” I stagger downstairs to find her fully dressed in tap shoes and fancy dress, standing on the kitchen counter with a jar of peanut butter, mad that we don’t have any bread in the house.
I moved her to my bed and lay down next to her so she wouldn’t wake up and . . . that was it for me. 4:30pm and we were done. Until 12:30am when a little voice woke me up with the words, “Mommy, I’m hungry.”
