Sentences with phrase «getting over your jet lag»

Well, welcome back and hopefully you'll get over the jet lag soon.

So far, blimey let the guy get over his jet lag and unpack the boxes in his new house first!

The younger the child, the harder it is to get over jet lag: Very young children can not force themselves to go to bed or wake up just because local time says it's the right to do so.

Depending on the timing of the flight this also seemed to help our kids get over jet lag more quickly.

I've heard that it takes a day for every hour you change, and when we changed 11 hours it definitely took at least 11 days for him to get over jet lag.

First training session in LA - getting over the jet lag... Thank you to CrossFit South Bay for always welcoming me so well!

Last month during my winter break I traveled to Vietnam, and I decided to come to Ho Chi Minh City a few days before my friends, get over the jet lag, walk around the city, explore the streets and markets,...

By the time we arrive, I'm completely exhausted and it's 8 am in the morning at our destination and my goal becomes staying awake for as long as possible to help get over jet lag.

Then there are James and Stella who will need to get used to their new place, even though it's temporary, and get over their jet lag.

Now if only I can get over the jet lag sooner.

Staying hydrated — especially on long - haul flights — makes it easier to get over jet lag too.

It was an added benefit to make our mornings easier since we were busy and also getting over jet lag.»

The extra day can be used for catching up on laundry, grocery shopping, meal planning for the week, and napping to get over the jet lag.

This weekend, I am just hanging around, getting over my jet lag....

Not exact matches

Jet lag took a back seat to arguing over who got the three available seats in the Quattroporte for the 150 - mile trip to our villa near Umbertide, ninety miles southeast of Florence.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.