Why do I torture myself? I know that my baby likes to get up at 6:30. I've decided this is a good thing so I can have quiet time to read and ponder my scriptures with minimal interruptions. So knowing that, why did I stay up until midnight last night? I was cutting coupons. I didn't even get them into my coupon box because I was too tired to see strait after I got them all cut. So now, here it is 9:00am, and my eyes sting with tiredness, my 2 babies are CRABBY, and I'm desperately trying to get Makayla to get ready for school so we can go to the library for storytime (every Tuesday) - and all I want to do is go crawl back in bed and ignore everyone. I know that won't work, but a girl can dream, can't she? The only good part about going to bed so late is that I didn't hear anything from the time my head hit the pillow until 6:30 when Holden woke up. I didn't know he woke up earlier in the night to eat (Thanks Austin) or when Clara's feeding pump was beeping (Thanks again, Austin). Well, here's to a drag down day, hopefully I can get just one thing done in my house - like picking up the halloween costumes off the front room floor so they aren't wrinkled beyond recognition when we go trick-or-treating next week.