This morning Randy woke me up at 8:20, half an hour before my regular get-up time, as he was about to leave the house and take Sammy to his physiotherapy session. So I had to get up and went downstairs to be with Tammy and Emmy, who were playing and were excited to have me there. Just before 9 am I took them upstairs and made their food and fed them. Then I put them down for their nap, and lay down myself.

Another short night, another tough time getting up in the morning. We fed them at 9 am, and then put them into their beds. This morning they were up a little earlier than usual, at 7 am, so that should have caused them to be more tired. After I put them down, I went back to bed myself. And while I lay in bed in the room right next to them, I hear their crying and whining, and there is a debate going on on my inside on whether to get up and get one to lie down with or not.

Last night we turned our clocks back an hour, gaining an additional hour. I have to say, I can't tell I had an additional hour, and it totally messed up the kids' internal clock and schedule. As for me, I just worked the additional hour, but still don't know where all the time went, considering how much I got done. I went to bed after 3 am, which was 4 am the day before.