Who's Tired?

Ashley wouldn't get up and go work out with me this morning. Claimed she was too tired. Geez, what a baby.
Wednesday night I barely got any sleep, Maggie paced constantly, her nails clicking on the wood floors. Come to find out, she wasn't feeling well. Chester growled and barked off and on, until about midnight, something must have been moving outside (maybe a raccoon or something). I got up at midnight to let Maggie out. She's got arthritis and hip dysplacia, so she takes a minute to get back into the house, Chester ran out the door while I was waiting on her and disappeared into the night. So I'm outside in my pj's trying to find him. I had to work Thursday, and we looked at cars and so on and so forth, so I never had time for a nap or anything. Last night Chester slept, thankfully. I did take him to work with me, figured he wasn't staying home and sleeping all day if I couldn't. But Maggie must have still not been feeling well....she paced again. Ashley woke me up at 11:45 when she got home (she's supposed to), I got up about 1:00 and let Maggie out (and Chester, on his tie out), also cleaned up her accident (didn't get up soon enough I guess), Morgan got home from babysitting at 2:45, so she woke me to let me know she was home, got up again at 3:00 and let Maggie out, and again at 6:00 to let her out. Just as I climbed back in bed, Libbie starts scratching at the basement door, she wants out, so I let her out and put her outside, then go back to bed and tell Eric to let them in when he leaves for work. I put the baby gate up in our doorway so Libbie doesn't try to get in bed with me, so what does *she* do??? Sits by the gate and whines. UGH! Then they all started barking at something. I finally got up at 7:15. And Ashley tells me she's too tired to work out? Ha! I'm taking a nap this afternoon, and NO ONE (or no dog) better mess with me!