I am, by nature, a night owl. I drag through the 3 p.m. homework hour with my kids, cling to the coffee machine and vow to be in bed by 9 p.m.
Come 9 p.m., a second-wind has swept in from nowhere and I am awake, alert and ready to go. And every night - every, single, night - I am awake until the clock officially ushers in the next day. And the next day, I regret it, but hit the repeat button just the same.