I wake up, the 3 and 5 year-olds wake up. Someone yells out breakfast requests like I'm a short-order cook, the dogs have to go out. Breakfast served, the baby's babbling upstairs in her crib, I've yet to brush my teeth. I throw a load of darks in (invariably forgetting them in the washer until ... » Learn More about Organizing My Mornings: The First :59