I vividly remember the day I stayed up past midnight and woke up that morning feeling like I had been hit by a truck.
In college, missing out on sleep was no big deal. All night cramming sessions. Midnight trips to Denny's.
Then came that fateful day when my body decided to strike and officially label me as "old."
I've never been the same since. That's why I am excited to continue a family tradition I have. This is one that we have in place purely for the sanity of the grown ups.
Tonight, we're setting our clocks forward a couple hours to trick the kids into thinking it's midnight.
They can have fun thinking they're staying up late and I can get the rest I'll need to function the next day.