I don't know about you, but I often forget how tired I am. Case in point: yesterday, I fell asleep on the couch while the kids were playing on the Wii.  All I remember: Princess Anna covering me with a blanket, bringing down her pillow and my old stuffed rabbit, removing my glasses, and telling me to let her know if I needed anything.  (My heart explodes with love for that girl.  But I digress...) And today, it hit me while I was in the shower.  I was so busy with the laundry-breakfast-devotions-get-the-kids-ready-for-school-pack-my-stuff-for-the-gym-get-ready-for-work-go-to-work-drop-off-the-kids-because-there-was-a-delay-still-make-it-to-the-gym-and-back-to-the-school-in-time-to-pick-up-princess-anna-and-get-to-the-tax-man's-in-time-and-oh-yes-eat-lunch-and-feed-the-kid-and-pets-in-there-somewhere busy-ness that it didn't hit me until…