I read somewhere today that managing one's emotions means hiding them. I disagree. In my experience, managing emotions mainly involves taking them seriously, eating risotto, and getting enough sleep.
At a point I can't identify, my sons' bedtime became later than mine. What is difficult about this transition is that, even though they both regularly put their arms around my waist and lift me off the floor, I am reluctant to go to bed before they are safely tucked up.
When I was five years old, my parents imposed a bedtime of 6.30pm. I'm sure I had a bedtime before this, but I can't remember what it was. From this point, it increased with my age by half-hourly intervals, until they lost track. On that basis, I have probably circled the clock several times now, which explains the inclination I sometimes have to go to bed at two-thirty in the afternoon. Once, this desire came upon me so strongly that I had to lie on the floor just where I was and sleep for ten minutes. (It may have been longer, but the sign I put on the door said 'Back in 10 minutes'.) I lay under my desk to be sure no one trod on me.
No one sets my bedtime these days, but I know when I have gone to bed after it.
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