Dazed, disheveled, and utterly confused

Today's 100 words:

I've been oversleeping so much lately, which isn't like me. I must be more exhausted than I thought. I know I haven't been getting enough sleep since my second child was born, but I didn't realize how utterly weary I'd become.

I remember oversleeping only a few times in my life. Once happened in graduate school. I was a teaching assistant with an 8 a.m. composition class. I'd stayed at Rob's apartment the night before, and for whatever reason, the alarm didn't ring. Somehow, though, I made it to class on time, dazed, disheveled, and utterly confused.

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.