Energy

My sons are bouncing on the beds rather than sleeping in them.  For the most part, we did the same things today, yet they are full of energy and I just want to go to bed.  It's a bit worse today because we ate dinner rather late.  While eating seems to put me into a food-coma these days, my sons manage to find whatever bit of sugar that might be in the meal to exponentially increase their energy.

They have now created some sort of game that requires jumping from the bed (thankfully not the upper bunk) to the floor, climbing back up, and jumping again.  Oh, and laser noises are required too.

The thing is that I remember coming up with those games and having the energy to play them.  I created cosmic battles and fantastical quests; invisible armies and monstrous challenges awaited me.  A part of me is tempted to join them even though the rational portion of my brain knows that I would easily break the bed.  

They are climbing into bed after being properly chastised (especially after one of them made a rather loud thump upon hitting the ground).  They are protesting, but I know the protests are half-hearted.  Another irony of life is that they will be asleep in moments while I will be stuck with my thoughts for a while still.