Conorama
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Days & nights at home - and wicked jet lag
Getting home was not particularly report-worthy. Basically, we slept until about 9:30 Ontario time (so 5:30 Alaskan time, 6:30 BC time), and were generally not terribly efficient about getting breakfast and on the road. Between the generally slow-as-molasses pace we adopted, the need to procure good coffee, the need for lunch on the way, and (happy point) the need to buy fresh corn (a high point in SouthEastern Ontario summers), we finally into our hometown at 3:30... whereby Conor asked if he could please go to camp. While we were tempted, we refrained, since camp technically finishes for the day at 4:00 p.m.
It was exciting that he didn't get car sick, though. We celebrate these moments.
I'll note bore you with the unpack/laundry/get supper/domestic rituals, though it was a thrill and a half. The cats were happy to see us, anyway.
We figured it might be a bit difficult for Conor to sleep, but we weren't too worried. Unfortunately, at 10:30 at night, we had a weeping boy, devastated that he could not fall asleep, and desperately worried he would not be able to go to camp the next day. Despite assurances that he would go to camp the next day (essential on many fronts in our world... not in the least including parental sanity). I wasn't much better, but after many cuddles, he finally fell asleep at about 11:30.
We thought this was just a question of not really thinking things through- all he did on Tuesday was ride in the car, and play a bit outside - so he was quite inactive.
Enter: Parental plan to abolish jet lag.
The next day, the boy was reluctantly wakened at 7:30, and he was dropped at camp (mostly outdoor day camp) at 8:45 or so. He spent all day there, outside a lot, very active, then visited the dentist (welcome to the end of vacation, bud), then, after supper, went to soccer practice until 8:00 p.m. We figured that for sure with a day full of activity, with much of it outdoors, he would sleep.
Nope. More tears. More worries about camp. More cuddles. Finally fell asleep at 10:30.
In short- it took him 4 nights to turn around - and this is a kid who time-shifts without blinking, who is a great sleeper and loves to sleep. His parents (well, this one anyway) took 4 nights too. My first day back at work on Wednesday was not anything to write home about on the productivity front, shall we say...
So... moral of the story- beware the West to East time-shift. We're well used to 2 hour jaunts, but the 4 hour difference with Alaska was awful. We'll never underestimate it again. Ever. Right now, I'm trying to convince DH that it won't happen again if we do fly further away.
Next up - the "I forgot to mention" post, which will also be the final reflections post, where we discuss whether we made any future DCL plans or not.
Getting home was not particularly report-worthy. Basically, we slept until about 9:30 Ontario time (so 5:30 Alaskan time, 6:30 BC time), and were generally not terribly efficient about getting breakfast and on the road. Between the generally slow-as-molasses pace we adopted, the need to procure good coffee, the need for lunch on the way, and (happy point) the need to buy fresh corn (a high point in SouthEastern Ontario summers), we finally into our hometown at 3:30... whereby Conor asked if he could please go to camp. While we were tempted, we refrained, since camp technically finishes for the day at 4:00 p.m.

I'll note bore you with the unpack/laundry/get supper/domestic rituals, though it was a thrill and a half. The cats were happy to see us, anyway.
We figured it might be a bit difficult for Conor to sleep, but we weren't too worried. Unfortunately, at 10:30 at night, we had a weeping boy, devastated that he could not fall asleep, and desperately worried he would not be able to go to camp the next day. Despite assurances that he would go to camp the next day (essential on many fronts in our world... not in the least including parental sanity). I wasn't much better, but after many cuddles, he finally fell asleep at about 11:30.
We thought this was just a question of not really thinking things through- all he did on Tuesday was ride in the car, and play a bit outside - so he was quite inactive.
Enter: Parental plan to abolish jet lag.
The next day, the boy was reluctantly wakened at 7:30, and he was dropped at camp (mostly outdoor day camp) at 8:45 or so. He spent all day there, outside a lot, very active, then visited the dentist (welcome to the end of vacation, bud), then, after supper, went to soccer practice until 8:00 p.m. We figured that for sure with a day full of activity, with much of it outdoors, he would sleep.
Nope. More tears. More worries about camp. More cuddles. Finally fell asleep at 10:30.
In short- it took him 4 nights to turn around - and this is a kid who time-shifts without blinking, who is a great sleeper and loves to sleep. His parents (well, this one anyway) took 4 nights too. My first day back at work on Wednesday was not anything to write home about on the productivity front, shall we say...
So... moral of the story- beware the West to East time-shift. We're well used to 2 hour jaunts, but the 4 hour difference with Alaska was awful. We'll never underestimate it again. Ever. Right now, I'm trying to convince DH that it won't happen again if we do fly further away.

Next up - the "I forgot to mention" post, which will also be the final reflections post, where we discuss whether we made any future DCL plans or not.