Sometimes, that's just the way it is.

Do I want to go to bed right now? No.
Do I want to be exhausted from lack of sleep when the kids wake up in the morning? No.
I'll tell you what I really want to do:
First, I want to put on athletic clothes and run to the local 24-Hr Fitness, sweat off the cheeseburger I scarfed for dinner, take a quik shower and head home. Then, I want to slip into some comfies and sit down to my art table to create the silly button rings I've been wistfully dreaming about. While doing that, I want to be sipping hot coffee or Christmas tea, while listening to the smooth, inspirational sound of rain falling outside of my open window, soaking up a cool night breeze.Then I'd pass out at 2am, having satiated my hunger for a completed project, and sleep till about 10am...Just had to get that off my chest.
What's really gonna happen is: I'm going to stare at my gravelly-looking face for a second or two in the mirror, splash some water on it, and feel guilty for being too lazy to actually wash my face.Then I'll brush my teeth, put on some sweatpants and slip into bed, thinking to myself "Ick, I really needed to change the sheets." Lights out till 7am. Pause.grind.repeat.