Still crazy after all these years

There are bad habits I have outgrown. There must be. Give me enough time and I might be able to name one.

But I continue to be stubborn about bedtime. Frank and the girls intend to leave at 6 tomorrow morning to begin their trek south. (MJ and Chloe and Golden friends are going to Our Hero's house for an extended combination New Year's party/"you're joining the army but we love you anyway" sendoff. Frank is going to have some alone time and a visit with sailing/homeschooling buddy Laureen and her family.) I intend to get up to see them off and then begin my workday.

And yet here I am, blogging instead of sleeping.

This follows on Saturday's example of this peculiarity of mine, when I stayed up until, well, morning, doing important things like reading and watching a "Highlander" marathon on the Sci-Fi Channel.

I have mostly adapted my life to my late-night habits. While it didn't factor into our decision to take the girls out of school, unschooling does spare us the get-up-and-go-to-school routine, and I have spent the last 17+ years working for a company where everyone is perfectly content to have me arrive at 10, 11, noon, whenever, so long as the work gets done.

But I just can't be satisfied with that. Oh, no, I have to push even that schedule. The moment I feel a "should" attached to the concept of going to bed, I dig in my heels and stay up later, thank you very damn much. And even when I want to sleep, my eyes sproing open the moment my head hits the pillow, and I proceed to relate to Frank (who would otherwise be quite capable of dropping into sleep immediately) the cluttered minutiae of my brain.

He has mostly adapted his life to my tendencies. He didn't have much choice, since they are evidently going to be with us forever.

Okay, I guess I've worked off the resistance now. Good night!