Well, the ol’ drink-coffee-at-bedtime-in-order-to-stay-up-late-and-finish-desk-work trick still works.
I pulled a few all-nighters in college, but I see now that I had absolutely no reason to stay up late to finish things back then other than procrastination. As a college student, and in my 20s, I had all the peaceful daylight hours I needed to finish anything I dreamed of finishing. All that spare time I had! I should have been writing the next great American novel! Or solving unsolvable geometric equations! What did I do with all that spare time I had before I had kids?
Now, of course, my excuse for staying up very late is that I do my best work after the children are asleep. Between 10 p.m. and 2 a.m., to be exact, I can blog uninterrupted, plan ranch rodeos without disruption, sift through the piles on my desk without disturbance, and, of course, design fabulous photo books on the Costco website with only a few breaks to check on restless little sleepers and eat peanut butter out of the jar. But coffee is required in order for me to accomplish all this.
And that’s okay. I’m starting to like coffee more and more as I age. If you add enough cream and sugar (my exact measurements are 2 T. sugar and 1 T. cream per cup of coffee), coffee becomes this little consolation prize for having to be a grown-up and get yourself going in the morning.
And in related thoughts… you know you’re turning into boring old people when you both decide you have favorite coffee cups.