The title is the PERFECT description of The Boy (yes, he's been demoted to Boy status because of his attitude).
But yet, it also describes MY attitude of late to a tee (which would demote me from witch to....???).
The Boy had decided at some point late, late last night - or early, early this morning - that he needed to re-set his "sleep schedule" and decided to stay up and finally crash early tonight - thus insuring that he'd awake refreshed at a normal time (i.e., in the morning and not early afternoon) tomorrow when we have someone coming to work on the house and need a coherent individual to be available.
This experiment has been "trying" to say the least. Remember when your toddler was late for his/her nap? Now multiply that by about a million.
I, being the ever supportive mother that I am, have been attempting to keep him awake until it's a decent hour to go to sleep.
Do you think he has been appreciative of my efforts? No. He has not.
In fact, so far, he's been lucky that I haven't washed his mouth out with soap and beaten him soundly about the head and shoulders...
But the night is young...