What I go through to get a coffee in this house

6:00am-    I wake up.  I start a pot of coffee then wait for my first daycare client to arrive at 6:15.
6:30am-     Husband wakes up.  Daughter wakes up.  I spend time getting my daycare client settled, getting her a bottle, etc.  I cuddle my daughter, as she's slightly peeved at the daycare client's early arrival.  My husband goes to work.  I realize he's taken all the coffee for his thermos. 

DEVESTATION!

I look in the cupboard and see that the ground coffee has run out.  We have a massive bag of beans in the back of the cupboard, so I take it out and put it on the counter.

Next thing I know it's 8:00am and my second daycare client has arrived.  I spend some time getting her sorted, prepare everyone some breakfast.  I notice the coffee beans on the counter.  I search for the coffee grinder.  Daycare client #1 spills cereal on the floor.  I clean it up.  Daycare client #2 needs a diaper change.  I oblige.  I look at the clock...
8:30am 
I get my kids dressed, clean up some milk from the floor, and notice that all the teddies of the whole house have been thrown down the stairs.  I open the baby gate and go get the teddies.  My daughter slips by me and hurries downstairs.

Now I'm not worried about my daughter going downstairs, she's two and a half and is in no danger.  She, however, wishes I would show more concern and begins to call me from downstairs.  I tell her to come up, she insists I come down and get her.  We're butting heads.  I begin to grind coffee.  When I stop I notice a change in my daughter's calling, and take a look downstairs.  "Mama!  I peeeeeed!"  Sure enough she had taken her clothes off and peed on two of the raincoats in the entrance.  I get a towel and some cleaner, mop up, put the raincoats in the washer and retrieve my child.  I look again at the coffee grinder.

9:00am- I once again resume grinding coffee.  I'm insistant that this time I will have my cup of coffee.  I grind away oblivious to sounds around me.  When I turn around I notice that the kids have spilled red river cereal all over the floor.  I ignore it, and crunch over it in my determination to make it to the coffee maker.  I fill the pot.  I put in the coffee.  I press "on."

Thank God.