Tik tok on the clock But the party don't stop.

When it's 11:30 and your eight-year-old went to bed at 8:30 and is still awake for some reason, frustration oozes thickly throughout the home.

The boy takes melatonin lately to help him get to sleep at a reasonable hour. Otherwise, he lies there awake, tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking long enough to pass out.

Tonight, he refused his melatonin and happily proclaimed he didn't need it.

He just took it 10 minutes ago.

We're all pretty frustrated. He was crying, I was consoling him and trying not to sound annoyed (and probably failing) and Geekster is now cuddling him to sleep.

Still, that kid is gosh darn cute and was angelic this evening - no complaints here, really. I just want to stop tucking him in every half hour and have time to, you know, blog or something.

That's about all you're going to get tonight, folks. I'm heading to bed. Spawnling and Intrepid are back to being institutionalized tomorrow morning (thankfully, Gutsy has one more PD day before he goes back to school). Must get my beauty sleep so that I can whisk them off, grab a coffee, and muster up the emotional strength to deal with Mr. Exhausted tomorrow. Should be a good time; I'd try to reserve your seats early. Popcorn is $2.50.