I'm hoping I autopilot well

I just (opened my eyes) shook my head and realized it's 3:00. It comes as a surprise because my day has? not been made of task and completion--it's been made of Bless Yous and delighted cupcake eyes and a pile of sand pouring from the binding of a book on child psychology. This is good--this is why I am who I am. I wonder if it's enough, and I wonder if the reason I am lacking is the sugar build up under my fingernails or the empty mug.