It's easy to pontificate to little children that they should go to bed early and on time because it's good for them and that they'll feel good when they wake up with enough sleep.

If only I could be good at living out the truth of going to bed on time. I've lived through enough evenings of not going to bed when tired only to hit that second wind of wakefulness when I want to do everything but sleep. "Oh, only one more chapter from a book -- or one more article from The New Yorker". I know that the next morning will be painful -- yet I don't want to sleep quite yet.

Now who is more clueless -- the kids or I?