This girls needs her sleep

Jet lag has been a harder adjustment coming back to the states than it was flying to Europe. I guess being home is just not nearly as exciting as going to London. After we got back, I knew when I was falling asleep in the car at 7pm (luckily I wasn't driving) that my body needed some more time to adjust. Then waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to fall back asleep is always fun, especially when you have to work the next day. It doesn't help that I turn a little (a lot?) psychotic/delusional when I'm sleep-deprived and get woken up in the middle of a good sleep.

Case in point: One night last week I fell asleep on the couch watching TV (it was boring UFC stuff, so can you blame me?) When Jack woke me up an hour later, I was just staring around the room so confused! And do you know what was going through my head? This: "I know I'm in Europe right now, but this is really weird. There's no way they have those same green floor pillows in Europe that I have in my house. This is really weird. I know this isn't right, but I'm just going to go with the flow and pretend like nothing's wrong..." How crazy is that? By the time Jack asked me what was going on (I'm sure he could tell by my face that I was a little off) I had figured out what "reality" was and explained to him my delusional state. I think it's funny that it was my green floor pillows that really stood out.

Then this episode reminded me of another awesome psychotic incident I had a year ago. We were heading up to Utah for Thanksgiving the next day, and I had worked Mon, Tues, Wed that week. I'm always pretty exhausted by the time Wednesday night rolls around, so that night I was sleeping really heavily. In the middle of the night our fire alarm went off. Not the battery-dying-signal, but full-on fire alarm. So my half-asleep, half-in-the-middle-of-a-dream brain tells me that the whole apartment is burning down, and once I open our bedroom door all I'm going to see is tons of flames. So what do I do? I jump out of bed, grab a blanket to cover myself (I was with it enough to do that at least - good to know in case there's ever a real fire in the middle of the night), then just start screaming over and over and over again. Yup. It was awesome. Poor Jack. He said it was the scariest scream he's ever heard, ha ha. He finally had to shake me and yell "Calm down!" That woke me up, but I was still a little freaked out. We both thought I was broken, ha ha. Nope, still me. Just the sleep deprivation talking. Needless to say, we weren't able to fall back asleep so just started the drive to Utah in the middle of the night.

Man, this girls needs her sleep.