Deja Vu All Over Again

As my granddaughter headed toward another late night trying to catch up on some way overdue school assignments, my husband reminded me that our youngest daughter had been a champion procrastinator, too. He mentioned all the times I had stayed up until the wee morning hours typing reports for her that were due that morning.  I can honestly say that I had conveniently forgotten those days.  Or maybe I'm just too darned tired to remember.

So here I am at one a.m. approximately ten years later.  What am I doing up this late???  Helping my granddaughter type her report.  Well, more accurately I'm helping her print her report (thank God for small miracles).  But it's still late, and I'm still tired.

Can't an old lady get some sleep?