london calling

Dear Madeline,

Your dad and I are quite happy that you had fun on our winter holiday in London. I have some fabulous memories of you chatting with the hotel staff, being brave with the best Father Christmas ever at Harrod's, sitting like a grown-up on the Underground, and excitedly  applauding at the end of the Christmas pantomime we went to see.

My grievance is with the souvenir that you brought home with you - time zone confusion. The nights where you don't fall asleep until four in morning are excruciating to your dad and I. We realize that four in the morning here occurs at a perfectly acceptable bedtime in the UK, but have I mentioned that it's FOUR IN THE MORNING here in Bangkok? Your dad has to leave for work a mere two-and-a-half hours later!

What I don't understand is why you're perfectly happy to follow your usual bedtime routine at 7:30 in the evening. You have a bath, brush your teeth, get into your jammies, and then we read your bedtime stories. And you do fall asleep, for an hour or two. A nap, I guess you'd say ...

Anyway, I'm sure that I've mentioned all of this to you, groggily and not nearly as cordially, in the wee hours of the morning, but I thought that I might get quicker corrective action if I put it in writing. Please, please, please, no more sleepless nights!

Love,

Your Mom (who falls behind in everything when she falls behind in sleep)

Comments

[Sarah]

Sounds every bit like Jack lately, and we haven't been travelling. And it isn't like he is tired and fighting sleep. Oh no, he is wide awake in there.

[Alexandra]

Oh dear, I hope that the sleep returns to normal soon. I can barely make it through a couple of disrupted nights - I can't imagine it being more than that!