I know everyone hates when the clock changes. What about when it changes dramatically from flying into the future or to the past? Last week, I flew from China to Europe. I had a longish layover and our flight to Europe left at midnight. We were arriving in the morning local time so it was going to likely be one awfully hard day. I took a Tylenol PM to help assist my sleep. (For the record, I take medication freakishly rarely so I was fine with that.) I have tailbone issues that act up about once a year or on long-haul flights and that would also take the edge off. I slept pretty well for about 7 hours but woke up with about 4-5 still to go. UGH!!! We exited the plane around 7 am. We went immediately to drop off our bags at our hotel and we were able to stay out until 8 pm. We probably fell asleep at 9 pm. By a miracle of keeping busy on local times, we managed to have 5 days on the ground with relatively good energy levels and sleeping on local time. It should be noted that I was with my teen and she slept even better than me. Upon return, we had flights that didn’t require waking up early to catch. I have done those aplenty in my day to save money and I really try to avoid it now. It is the worst! Our first leg back to China started in the day so I slept, then watched some movies and rotated between the 2. We had an awful layover of all day to get to our city. I guess I didn’t pay enough attention to that when booking. It was a hard day. The goal was to NOT fall asleep to accidentally miss the return flight to HOME. It was a relief when we sat in our seats and we were quickly out. We couldn’t screw it up once we were seated. After I got home, I was feeling pretty good. I ate dinner and I showered. I wasn’t even feeling tired. At 8:30, I started feeling tired. My husband told me to go to sleep. No, I want to stay up cause I won’t sleep all night if I do that. Well, I gave in a few minutes after he had that idea. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I was out for nearly 12 hours. Wow. That was awesome! I must be back on local time. I felt great that day. Night no. 2 I laid in bed until at least 3 am. NOTHING!!! Of course, immobile in the morning. Night no. 3 I told my children to take care of the dog’s night routine and I went to bed early. I was up from 12:30-3:00 am. Again, immobile in the morning. I went to the grocery store this morning feeling like a zombie. Luckily, my teen who had to hit the ground running back to the grind was fairing a lot better than me. What is the take away from this round of travel jet lag? We were extremely blessed to be able to go go go when precious travel time was tight, but the return is not without repercussions.