I love the time when my adult son is in bed.
He is 27 and so he has LOTS more energy than me (I remember being 27, bring it on!)
I follow the bedtime routine and when I go to bed the relief is worth a million pounds.
I am a millionaire every bedtime, it's what keeps you going.
He goes to bed at the same time as me (he's a person with autism) so I never get the peace of the sitting room on a bedtime unless he is in respite (the most he's had is three nights, so typically, it's only the last night that I feel the pleasure).
When I was a bairn I had a book of Enid Blyton short stories and one of them was 'We'll stay up all night' ....I often think of that when he's in respite...
'WHAT shall I do? WHERE will I go? HOW will I fill in the time?
One day I'll learn how to make the most of my 'free' time...hasn't happened yet, in the meantime my bedtime luxury will do.
When I slept over Mam's, I'm afraid to say...her night time wanderings in her Jacob Marley nighties, wondering if I was tucked in on the sofa...are the delights of my memories of the hard times. I wouldn't swap 'em for gold. Happy days.