It's after midnight and I should be in bed.
I should also have gotten the kid's stuff ready for tomorrow and I should have tidied up the kitchen.
I don't want to.
I realize this is a childish response.
You know what? I don't care.
I don't feel like being the Mom tonight.
I just want to stay up, surf the net and live in complete denial that the alarm is going to go off at six tomorrow and that I'll have to get up and deal with everyone and everything.
Denial is good.
Sleep would probably be better.