Here's a funny story from our lives.
We are learning to limit our evening and weekend activities due to my energy (and Daddy's, too) levels. After several too busy weeknights and weekends, Travis has discovered the following about me.
He likes to joke that at 9:30 I "turn into a pumpkin". After we were out one night, we were driving home around 11pm and although I had felt fine up until 10:30, nausea and utter fatigue ensued as more minutes ticked by. It is like your body says "NO MORE. I will not be awake one minutes longer." All systems start to shut down.
My comment the next morning was, "If I turn into a pumpkin at nine-thirty, then I turn into the wicked stepsister at eleven"