Night owls

I've decided that I need to get to bed earlier. I'm starting to feel a little run down. It's not the same as when you are a teenager. 33 is not allowing me to bounce back like I used to.
In all fairness, there are several things are are attributing to my late night escapades;
1. we subscribe to Netflix and I find that when a movie comes in the mail, I "have to watch it" which means Randy and I stay up late.
2. I'm trying to learn Photoshop and am happy with the pace I am going but it is very time consuming and I find that I can spend hours in front of the computer in attempts to learn this beast of a program.
3. Boston goes to bed at around 8 and I so want to enjoy the "free time" that I have when he is sleeping. If I was smart, I would go to bed shortly thereafter and feel better the next day.
4. Randy stays up late, and I very much dislike going to bed without him, even when I'm mad at him, which really only happens about once a year. This one is not my fault.
5. I want to scrapook. I want peace and quiet while I scrap and that means late at night.
I need two of me, or a maid or a nanny.