Be honest. Do your eyes hurt? Exactly how late did you stay up last night? What time do you think you went to bed the night before? I ask you this, with circles under my eyes. Granted, my kids are 8 and 11. I have not had a night feeding in 7 1/2 years. And speaking of bottles, I’ve barely had a beer since we came back from vacation. I have discovered something about myself the past couple of weeks. I am an old lady. An old phart. I have been staying up way past my oh-so-over-40-with-kids bedtime. And it’s not because I’m out partying. I get tired just watching the cast of Jersey Shore go out until 4:30 a.m. for crying out loud. I have been staying up late almost every night watching the NBC prime time coverage of the Olympics. Now, we had an adventurous summer. We white water rafted along the Arkansas River and biked down the Colorado Rockies as a family. We spent a week at the Vineyard too. But all I want to do lately, after I put the kids to bed, is watch who wins what on NBC. I don’t want to break for popcorn or the girls’ room. I want to watch Team USA make their dreams come true. I want to hear who sacrificed what to get to the Games. (And then shamelessly spot a celebrity in the crowd). I even bought myself an adorable Alex and Ani Olympic Games bracelet recently to show my team spirit. For I am and always will be an Olympics addict. Now, I wake up the next morning a little groggy, dying for my Green tea fix. I even went on a Diet Pepsi binge in an attempt to erase my self-induced insomnia marathon. I may not be an athlete. (I’ve done occasional 5Ks and triathlons and love Pilates.) But there’s nothing quite like a comfy bed, some extra pillows and the Olympics on the tube. I will gladly endure sleep deprivation a little longer until the Games are over. Then I’ll go back to being my normal, get-up-and-go-mommy-who-tries-to-do-too-much and get to bed on time self. Go Team USA!