an hour of sleep

So how's a mom supposed to function on an hour of sleep?
Events conspired against me last night, and in spite of going to bed at a reasonable hour, I didn't fall asleep until almost midnight. Then Daniel crawled in the bed at 1:30. Plus, we have a temporary canine houseguest who insisted on sleeping in the bed, too. This angered the cat, and the fur flew. So I was kicking a rat terrier off my feet every fifteen minutes. Daniel's digging his toes into my back (note to self: time for a toenail trim!) and the next thing I know it's 5 a.m. and hubby's alarm is going off.
Sigh. To top it off, I remembered this morning that I'm supposed to be at school at 2:30 today for Valentine-making. Better get to work!
--Misty