Saturdays are so not fair.

None of us slept well Thursday night. I don't really know why; I think I probably slept too much Thursday afternoon when I came home from work, but I'm not sure what Alex and Reed's deals were. I slept fine last night, but at 5:55 am, my three year old decided that he was ready to get up. Rather than bugging Daddy, he walked the extra 15 steps around to *my* side of the bed to wake me up. I talked him into going back to bed for a little while, but he then decided he was "hungey" so our day began at 6:15. Alex continued to sleep. Until seven-freaking-thirty, at which time he got up, took a shower, and left to take the truck to the dealer for service. When does he get to pull his shift with Reed? I am sooo sleepy, and Reed doesn't give breaks. He's in front of the television right now, but he won't stay for long. Even coffee isn't doing it for me today.