When I was single I really dreaded the end of the weekend and the beginning of the work week. Many times I would stay up late Sunday night/early Monday morning in my own personal protest of Monday. As long as I stayed up late I was still on "weekend" time. Relaxation, church, fellowship, and hanging with my friends. As long as I didn't go to bed, Monday couldn't come, right?
My days of staying up that late are pretty much over. I remember leaving the house at 9:30 at night to meet some friends somewhere. I remember going to a midnight showing of a movie. I remember a time when 9:00 p.m. seemed early and the night was young.
Now, I can't even imagine anything that I would want to leave the house for at 9:00 p.m, less much midnight. Go to a midnight showing of a movie? Why would I want to do that? Do you know how late we would get home? Getting home at 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning no longer seems fun to me!
I still will go out and go for a walk in the snow at midnight. I still will, if the moment is right, be up for something that sounds fun.
But my "spur of the moment" late nights or crazy trips are pretty much a thing of the past. I don't know if children or sleep deprivation does that to you. Some things just don't sound as fun anymore.
What sounds fun is staying home and being with my family. And sleeping. Sleep is good.