"Hey Ferb, Whatcha Wanna Do Today?"

This is my morning mantra. Or maybe my morning theme song, since we tend to start our morning with Disney's "Phineas & Ferb". If I don't decide what I want to do for the day before I get out of bed, I don't get much done. I have a long enough to-do list, sure. But in the wee hours of the morning (they look 'wee' through my reluctantly-cracked eyelids), I just can't seem to think of anything so demanding that requires my immediate attention. Well, besides my three children, who awake each morning to discover that they haven't eaten for a full 10 hours and submit endless verbal appeals for immediate action at their behest. And their appetites are endless!!! If I go to the bathroom, my oldest daughter comes to the door asking what she can eat if she gets hungry. Just in case. Just in case I get sucked down the toilet or choke on my toothbrush!! If her food is not on a plate and eaten at the table, it doesn't constitute as breakfast. In other words, a gogurt, banana, bowl of cold cereal (eaten in the living room on a lazy morning), apple, glass of milk and piece of toast go completely unnoticed as she sweetly chimes, "Mom, what's for breakfast?".