You feed the kids, feed the dog, pick up the shoes on stairs and scan the headlines at the kitchen counter. You run out the door, run back for your key and wonder if the windows upstairs are closed, it looks like rain. You jump in the car that needs to be cleaned and filled up with gas. You drive past the grocery store and make a mental list of what you need and pass the hardware store and remember that the drain is still clogged. That's all by 8 a.m.