Going To Bed At a Reasonable Time

My kids are smack dab in the middle of finals. At least they are supposed to be. They were supposed to have a couple finals on Friday. A few more today. And finish up tomorrow. But we got a couple inches of snow on Friday so school was cancelled. Today the temp was somewhere around -15 with a windchill closer to -30 so school was cancelled again. Assuming it doesn’t snow tomorrow (which it’s supposed to) they are just going to have a shortened day and forget about finals until after winter break.

So instead of staying up all night to cram for finals, the teens decided to stay up all night playing video games. We found out early last night that school was cancelled today so they made plans to spend the night at a friend’s house. There they played computer games all night long.

When I picked them up today the 16-year-old said, “I should sleep good tonight.” I asked what time he went to bed. “6am.” I’m pretty sure my eyes rolled in to the back of my head.

Then the 14-year-old said, “Yeah, I went to bed at a much more reasonable time.”

“What time was that?” I asked.

“4am.”

Yeah, ’cause 4am is sooo much earlier than 6am. If I stayed up until 4am I’d be a zombie. Oh to be young again.