Failure.

There's a first time for everything, even for failure... today I slept in and didn't make it on time to pick up Madison from school.  I came home with the baby, was watching some movie with that chick from My Big Fat Greek Wedding, and next thing I know I open my eyes and it's 11:20... 5 minutes after she gets let out.  I somehow slept through three alarms (10:50, 11:00, 11:10), one text, two phone calls sitting straight up with the TV on six feet away from me.  Thankfully I live two seconds away from the school, so all together I only ended up being 7 minutes late... but still.  I felt absolutely horrible.  Feel... absolutely horrible.  And it's not that I haven't been sleeping... I was passed out at 9:30 last night.  The baby woke up for two feedings... at 12:30 and 2:30 and then slept until 7:30.  I can't really justify it... I just need to start brewing a pot of coffee in the morning I suppose.