After my
recent travels to the United States, I once again had to deal with jet lag. I’m
always so amazed with my friends and family when they come over for a visit and
seem to leap off the plane with excitement. They may be a tad tired but within
a day they seem to be able to bound to the four corners of Europe ready for
excitement.
I was
complaining to friends about how tired I was when one of my friends from the
States told me to “Suck it up, Buttercup”! After laughing, I thought… maybe
something is wrong with me. I don’t think I’m the only one who struggles with
jet lag. My husband has traveled all over the world and always takes several
days to adjust when he comes home.
Recently I
was having lunch with my friends here in The Netherlands. We were discussing jet
lag and I asked one friend why it always seems that it’s harder coming this way
than when we go back to the states. She said she thinks it’s because we are so
excited to be going on a vacation and all pumped with joy of all that we get to
do. Then when we come home, it’s like… Ok, now I just need to sleep. I totally
agree!
Whatever the
reason, this week while visions of Sugar Plums danced in my head, the joy of
jet lag led me to dream up this dilly of a song. You don’t have to sing it… but
if you’re like me, it’s impossible to read it without singing J
The Twelve Pains of Jet
Lag
On the first pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
A pair of flowered jammies.
On the second pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Two happy puppies and A pair of flowered jammies.
On the third pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and A pair of flowered
jammies.
On the fourth pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Four fluffy pillows, Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and A
pair of flowered jammies.
On the fifth pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
FIVE BIG LONG NAPS
Four fluffy pillows, Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and A
pair of flowered jammies.
On the sixth pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Six loads of laundry,
FIVE BIG LONG NAPS
Four fluffy pillows, Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and A
pair of flowered jammies.
On the seventh pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Seven bottles of water, Six loads of laundry,
FIVE BIG LONG NAPS
Four fluffy pillows, Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and A
pair of flowered jammies.
On the eighth pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Eight cups of coffee, Seven bottles of water, Six loads of laundry,
FIVE BIG LONG NAPS
Four fluffy pillows, Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and A
pair of flowered jammies.
On the ninth pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Nine big time headaches, Eight cups of coffee, Seven bottles of water,
Six loads of laundry,
FIVE BIG LONG NAPS
Four fluffy pillows, Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and A
pair of flowered jammies.
On the tenth pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Ten sleepless nights, Nine big time
headaches, Eight cups of coffee, Seven bottles of water, Six loads of laundry,
FIVE BIG LONG NAPS
Four fluffy pillows, Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and A
pair of flowered jammies.
On the Eleventh pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Eleven days of wandering, Ten sleepless
nights, Nine big time headaches, Eight cups of coffee, Seven bottles of water,
Six loads of laundry,
FIVE BIG LONG NAPS
Four fluffy pillows, Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and A
pair of flowered jammies.
On the Twelfth pain of jet lag my true love gave to me
Twelve beautiful roses, Eleven days of
wandering, Ten sleepless nights, Nine big time headaches, Eight cups of coffee,
Seven bottles of water, Six loads of laundry,
FIVE BIG LONG NAPS
Four fluffy pillows, Three still packed bags, Two happy puppies and
A pair of
flowered jammies
(yes please)
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