This should come as no surprise to my faithful readers, I run a pretty tight ship around here. I have a schedule and I like it when it's kept. I work tirelessly (no actually I can get tired, but I buckle down) to ensure Mom is awake and out of the bed by 5:30am every day. No excuses. Weekends? Doesn't matter to me.
Since I have to get up even earlier (I need to limber up and do my vocal exercises) I like to hit the sheets pretty early. I can get a little crabby if Mom is not in the bed by 10:00pm at the latest. Imagine my irritation when she stayed up till almost midnight last night and didn't arrive home tonight till 8:45pm. Blah Blah, something about having to work late, and then being too wound up to sleep.
Um, that's what string toys were invented for Mom - just bat it around a few times and you'll wear yourself out. If that doesn't work surely there must be a human catnip you can roll around in. Get a grip, and more importantly get to bed.