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.
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...
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."