You’ve had a day. Between the kids’ school being closed again (thanks, covid) and rushing to the vet after your dog swallowed that loose Tylenol on the floor, you could hardly juggle your remote job, let alone send off that package of Amazon returns that’s been languishing in your car for a couple weeks. But around 11 p.m., the house gets quiet. The dog is safe and snoring. And the emails stop rolling in. Why not indulge in a little Real Housewives…until 3 a.m.? Sound familiar? Then you might be guilty of a little thing known as “revenge bedtime procrastination.”