At this moment

It is 7:59 pm.  The children are in a mass of blankets, giggling hysterically in a heap on the floor in front of me.  There may be some licking of each other's faces involved but frankly that is something that I would rather remain in the dark about.  I am desperately wishing that I could put them all to be at this very moment but all of our body clocks are completely messed up due to the glory of summer.  Doug is gone and I am exhausted to my very bones.  It is now 8:04.  Can they go to bed now?