1. 4. 3. 2:15…
As in: The Circus has gotten up the past week at 1 a.m., 4 a.m., 3 a.m. and this morning at 2:15.
A friend and I were messaging each other on Facebook yesterday. At 4 in the morning. She returned to Shanghai a week ago from the U.S. with her two boys and they are still readjusting to the fourteen-hour time difference.
We decided Jinqiao needs a good 24-hour venue, like IHOP. We could hold middle-of-the night playdates there, where sleep deprived moms could mindlessly stare at each other while our children entertained one another. And eat bacon and pancakes. Yum.
I’d write more or post a photo, but I’m falling asleep at my keyboard. At 6:10 p.m…. That’s okay, I need my beauty sleep, especially if I’m waking up tomorrow morning at 3.