That Warm Poo Feeling

We're back in Munich. And I don't care what class of service you fly (with Business and First being preferred of course), you still feel like warm and tired poo once you arrive in Europe.

Though, at least on this journey I slept maybe two hours. I didn't take an Ambien but opted for a Xanax. Also, though I was joking with Chris when I rolled over onto my stomach in my seat, I actually found a resulting fetal position at the lower end of the seat quite comfortable - allowing me to rest between hours four and six of our nine hour flight.

Now that we're back, I've cleaned the house due to our cleaning lady's elected day off (which made me quite sad as I was looking forward to returning to a fresh and clean home), we've unpacked our 300 pounds of luggage including Swiffers, protein mixes, candles, an electronic cat box, Kiehl's bath products for us and Maddie and Mexican dishware (just to name a few).

In addition, I'm trying to stay awake. It's better if I push through the day rather than taking a nap. If not, I won't sleep tonight. I'm hoping a warm shower will energize this otherwise drained soul. If not, the next eight hours will be quite long and yawning. And not even the excitement of catching up on three weeks worth of America's Next Top Model and Lost will be able to keep my bobbing head upright.