It’s 9pm, and I am sitting here watching tv and a scene from Modern Family comes on where Cam and Mitchell are sitting in the couch on New Year’s eve and Lilly blows on a noise maker and wakes them up from a deep sleep and they realize that it’s only 10pm. Well, I feel like that. You see, my husband and I are from different generations, so our needs are different. Like for example, my husband goes to bed around 9pm and gets up close to 5am, where I go to bed anywhere between 11pm and 1am, and get up after 7am. Sometimes I admit, that going to bed around these times can get us powerful rest, other times it’s really aggrevating. It’s like I’m living with my parents sometimes.  I love him, but there have been times lately, more often than not that I wonder what happened. We’ve been married for only 8 years, and this is happening. I want more fun..more excitement!!