Oh, Sleep, why do you hate me so?

This morning's 100 words, written soon after I realized that I had overslept, inadvertently sabotaging the day's writing plans:

I overslept this morning, but instead of feeling energized, I feel even more sluggish. I'm upset that my alarm didn't wake me. I had wanted to work on my WIP, a project I'm excited about, but now it's almost time to get the kids, almost time to start my Mommy day, and once I don my Mommy hat, Writer Me gets put away, shoved in a closet or under a bed somewhere, languishing among dirty socks and lost toys until naptime. But even then, dinner must be made, laundry must be done, and Writer Me gets shelved for another day.