Ugg, don’t get me started. I have awesome parents, who have given me everything over the years. I will never begin to be able to pay them back for 1% of what they’ve done for me. They’re incredible. But I still harbor a grudge against their unfair, tyrannical, probably-against-the-Geneva-conventions stand on bedtimes. Take any Calvin and Hobbes cartoon that involves bedtime, and that’s pretty much me.
In grade school (say 1-3 grade) my bedtime was 7:00 pm, even in the summer. It didn’t get dark until after 9 in the summer, so I had to lie there for hours in my PJs, listening to all the other neighborhood kids out there laughing and having fun.
It went up incrementally over the years, probably 9-10 pm in middle school, eventually 11 in high school. I always had a “bedtime” on school nights, even through high school, but by the time I had my first job (16 years old) I could stay up more or less as late as I wanted on the weekends/during summer, as I frequently worked past my “bedtime.” Throughout my (obviously rough) childhood I was always forced to go to bed at least 1 hour before my peers, on average.
What made it especially maddening was by high school I realized that my mom was a complete night-owl, just like me. In the summer I’d get back from work at 1 am, eat some food and go to bed by 2 am, and she’d still be up reading her book. But pointing out her hypocrisy when she insisted on sending her 17 year old son to bed at 11 pm did nothing to sway her.
The two greatest things about freshman year of college (which, btw, was completely paid for by my awesome, long-suffering parents) were 1) Staying up AS LATE AS I WANTED, 2) Eating ANY TYPE OF BREAKFAST CEREAL I WANTED. Living with friends, getting to have sex with my girlfriend whenever I wanted, binge drinking all weekend, they all paled in comparison to the satisfaction I got from staying up 'till 3 am on a school night.
My parents insisted at the time that it was for my own good, some day you’ll understand/thank us, etc. They were wrong. I’m pushing 30, and still feel the part of my youth that occurred from 8 to 10 pm was stolen from me, never to return. I’m fired up about just writing about it!
Of course, I realize that if this is the big issue from my childhood that I can’t get over, my parents were probably doing just about everything else right.