When Jeff and I first got together – which will be coming up on 12 years the first part of 2012 – he was most certainly the “night owl” between the two of us. I don’t think I ever went to bed later than 10:00 p.m., whereas he could stay up much later than that. Over time, especially after we had Ian (I think), his bedtime started trending earlier and earlier while mine remained roughly stable. That is, until the past couple of years or so when we’ve had this complete role reversal.
Most nights, around 10:00 p.m., it goes something like this: Jeff approaches me as I’m on the couch, usually with HGTV on by that time, laptop in, well, my lap, and he informs me that he’s off to bed. I reply, with confidence:
Oh wow, yes, I’m right behind you!
burpo banter 