Well then. After a whole week of dealing with two severely jet-legged kids, which means starting our days between 2 to 4 am every day, I think it’s time to face the music: that’s the way it is, that’s the way it will be from now on to eternity, and I might as well get over it and move on to more interesting things.
Like how good our visit to Israel actually was. There was this:
Plenty of sun, even enough to visit the beach, which the kids LOVE. You see, unlike the 4 seasons in Vancouver, Israel has only two: (very) hot summer, and cool summer interrupted by brief periods of rain, which the locals refer to as “winter”. For us this means that, while Israelis put on their sweaters and coats, we can have the beaches all to ourselves. So for a few days we had slightly puzzled taxi drivers take us to play with sand, get our feet wet, collect shells, eat ice cream – all the things we didn’t get enough of due to the very wet summer here.
There was a lot of just playing outside in the sun, often helped by enthusiastic grandparents who were more then happy to take the boys to every playground in sight.
And then there were all the things I don’t have photos to show for: meeting with good friends and family, enjoying some time out sans-kids (did I mention grandparents yet?), celebrating the holidays together, and some shopping to make things even better (more on that next time).
So how can I get upset about a few missing hours of sleep? there are better things to think about, even if they do seem a little blurred at the moment…