When you add severe jet lag to the equation, there's no telling what you are capable of.
(It's pitch black outside...a cozy deep sleep is interrupted by a horrible sensation in your ear. You are jolted awake to find your toddlers fingers crammed right up into your ear cavity, wiggling around and likely doing permanent damage to your hearing...)
(Dumpie) "Mama get up! Get up Mama!"
(Mama) "Dumpie stop it! Ow! Don't!"
(Dumpie) "Me no tired. Me bored...."
(Mama) "Go sleepy Dumpie it's the middle of the night..."
(Dumpie) "Me hungry me want treat"
(Dumpie then takes his little fingers and using them like a medieval torture device, pries open one of Mama's eyes, brushing the actual eye ball in the process...)
So yeah, I've got to work on the tolerance thing. I've also got to learn how to train my children to respect my nocturnal needs.
Add that to the list of:
Must train children to eat more vegetables and less 'nannies'...must teach Egg not to ask the age of every middle aged or over person he meets...(must kindly ask Egg to also refrain from giving his opinion about how close immanent demise is to those balding, sprouting white hair, or walking with some effort)...must implore Dumpie not to shriek when scary, moustachioed ladies come up close for a kiss...must train children not to beg for food (or money) from strangers...
(Note: must also train Mama to take more interest in improving parenting skills as opposed to scoffing 'Smartfood' by the bucketload whilst sneakily watching dvd on laptop while children run wild around her...)