Night knitting is not as much disco and clubbing as it may sound. It’s more that really simple stockinette project which goes decently well with eyes that can barely stay open.
I do my night knitting when the Little Vicious Fairy of Hickups strike. Which is pretty much every time I tuck my sleeping baby in (in her own bed that is. Sleeping in my arms is apparently perfect). Of course I could go to bed myself. But I won’t be able to sleep. Knitting is a much better tool for waiting.1