Our bedtime routine is perfect and worked perfectly well. Until the clocks went forward.

Now the kids just don't turn off! They giggle and play together, when all during the day they have hated the mere sight of each other.

This is my 'me' time. My quiet time when I tidy up, get everything ready for the mad rush in the morning and then relax. I might want to turn down the lights, light some incense sticks, read - whatever takes my fancy. Instead, the lights are blazing, I'm up and down the stairs like an eejit and the room smells of tobacco instead of vanilla or rose or something pretty!

Mr Autistic is currently sitting on the sofa, cushions practically on the floor. He is on there somewhere, amid the paper and books that he surrounds himself with. He's nowhere near ready to settle down yet. But I am!

I want to open the telly pages and discover that there is actually a film on that I really, really want to watch! I want all the kids in their own beds, asleep while I make a nice cuppa and maybe a bacon sandwich. I want to take them to bed, have the weeny little lights on, pop the telly on and watch the film until I sleep.

I think that's happened once in the last 6 months.

It is going to happen tomorrow night. Tomorrow night is Lost night! I shall have my bottle of wine and I might treat myself to some chocolate. The kids WILL be in bed and asleep on pain of death. I WILL watch and understand Lost. I WILL have the lights low, I WILL sit down for more than ten minutes and I WILL relax. I promise.