this morning i curled up under my favorite chenille throw on the couch and just collapsed--days of fun and stress and schedules had tuckered me out--not even the pretense of a book or movie, just pure glorious napping.

and then it happened. that sleep twitch--the "uh-oh i'm falling" kind of twitch. i leapt off the couch, threw the blanket and sleeping pets (the cat and dog can't resist a good nap!) onto the floor in a confused heap and ran startled from the couch, heart pounding, head a little dizzy.

"oh no!" i thought, "i fell back asleep and the kids are going to be late! why can't we just manage one normal morning?? where did i put the damn backpacks?? ugh, not going to have time to shower. looks like another morning with the baseball hat hoping no one i know sees me. would it kill hubby to wake me up? dammit! can't i get any help around here??"

i started running around trying to make lunches and get snacks and basically spinning in crazed circles in the kitchen before i realized...

i already drove the kids to school. two hours earlier.