Thursday, July 9, 2009

Can you bottle jet lag?

With the auto companies on summer shutdown for a few weeks my schedule has gotten rather flexible. I wasn't scheduled to work until 11am so I was able to set my alarm for 8:45 this morning which allowed me to get a workout in before showering. Nick and I golfed last night, or rather he golfed and I attempted to keep from losing too many balls with my shots from the fairway, so we had a late dinner and finally got to bed around 11:30 when Chelsea Lately comes on. Nick's ability to sleep in rivals that of a college student so even with my late wake up call I assumed he'd still be snoozing till 11am.

This past Monday he just returned from a 12 day guys golf trip to Ireland and his body clock is all messed up so I couldn't figure out if I was imagining, fantasizing or just plain dreaming when I woke up this morning. I hit the snooze button once for that extra 7 minutes then finally rolled over to grab my crackberry and see who was after me at the office. We sleep with a fan and an air filter so WWIII could pretty much start on our front lawn at night and we'd have no idea. I reached over my foot to find one of Nick's feet for our morning footsie tradition and was confused when I didn't feel anything. I rolled over only to come face to face with the body pillow he hugs at night minus Nick. I finally got up and switched off the air filter and still heard a loud air sucking sound and started to really wonder if I was hearing things or if I'd accidentally taken too much Benadryl last night. I walked out of the room to follow the noise and began to wonder if I'd left something on last night while beginning my descent of the basement stairs. The fog hadn't quite cleared from my head because I couldn't seem to process the scene in front of me. There was Nick, dressed in shorts and a shirt looking awfully awake while vacuuming the basement. I know this doesn't sound that weird but it was 8:55am and I don't know if I've ever seen Nick vacuum the basement, let alone before the crack of noon. He finally noticed my presence and the confusion on my face when I asked if he was alright. He just chuckled and said, "jet lag...woke up at 8 and couldn't get back to sleep so I thought I'd get going on vaccuuming the basement and around my CD's." Peering at his desk I noticed that he'd done some organizing as well, (something I'd been waiting for him to tackle for the last 9 months). I don't know what is so different about his body clock being off and him just randomly waking up early on a Saturday but this is the only time I can recall him finding some shred of self-motivated urge to clean and his explanation was the jet lag! I'm gonna have to send him off on more international trips in the future if this is what happens. I wonder if the jet lag is worse, like if he goes to Australia, maybe I can get him to repaint the garage or clean out the gutters or scrub the toilets?? That'd be fantastic!

1 comment:

awesome said...

Wonder if it's contagious?