Liar, Liar, pants on fire!

Ok, literally my pants are on fire. Tonight I blatantly lied to my kids and frankly, I don't feel THAT bad about it. You be the judge: Firstly, Baby G had a very short nap today. Secondly, J. ran around as if being chased by a tiger all day, and as such was cranky and tired. Lastly, I was feeling like my hubby (a.k.a. "H") and I needed some time alone. So, living in New England and all, I decided to be oportunistic and use the darkness as an advantage. While my kids usually go to bed at 7:30, tonight I faked them out. I fed them dinner at 4:30 (which they ate as if they had been starved for weeks) and at 6:00 I claimed it was 7:30 and put them to bed. Neither one of them complained, and both fell asleep promptly. Thus, leaving time for me and hubby, plus me and Mr. Sandman. Did I lie? Yes. Do I feel bad? Hmmmm.... What's my pennance, mommies?