When we lived in England and regularly visited California, eight hours behind GMT, we knew jet lag would feature strongly in the travel equation. We coped, with first one, then two, then three small children, all of whom seemed to have some bat DNA anyway and tended to stay up late. Jet lag was just a fact of life, like rain. They say it wears off at the rate of an hour of time difference per day, so in total, both directions, we were affected by weirder-than-usual sleep patterns for over two weeks, each trip. That equals a lot of rain.
An advantage of moving to Toronto was meant to be a reduction in the impact of jet lag on our travel lives. Three hours between us and California, and only five to the UK. Easy peasy.
However. Last week we returned from 10 days in Los Angeles, where we had a lovely time staying with my parents. We've been back home for three days. It is now three o'clock in the morning, and not one person in the household is asleep, including two overnight guests of the eldest child. Husband has just marched into my study to announce that even the pets are wide awake.
Is jet lag both intractable and infectious?
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