When I’m rudely awakened every morning at the “ass crack of dawn” ( I made that up), here’s what I’m required to do:
(Added: all at the same time)
Make coffee
Feed cats
Let dogs out
Pour cereal for 2 boys first breakfast
Feed cats
Check my blood sugar numbers.
Drink juice and nasty protein drink
Feed cats
Let dogs back in
Referee while dogs eat in 4 different places around the kitchen
Pick up cat food Bear kicked off his little eating counter, before Betsy the beagle eats it ( I generally fail at this)
Refeed cats.
Dig in the refrigerator (note to self: clean this nasty fridge today) for something else for the boys to eat.
Take a coke away from youngest boy.
Listen to Bear howl because his food is gone.
Refeed cat
Look in washer for something to put in the dryer so Bear will quit howling.
Stop the fight between the little shits who call themselves Chihuahuas.
Get Bear a liver treat.
He protests so Meeko eats it.
Get Bear another liver treat.
No clothes to dry. Put couch pillows in the dryer.
Find a movie on the DVR for the boys to watch.
Put canned biscuits in the oven.
Refeed cats.
Walk out on the deck to look at the place.
Go back in.
Dogs are growling. Kick them all out again.
Thank god, cats are on the dryer snoozing. It’s tiring getting up so early. They need a nap.
Answer a little boy as to when the biscuits will be done.
Umm? Turn on oven. (Dammit)
11minutes baby, biscuits will be done.
I need a nap.
Sounds about right. Except for the fact that the cats need to be fed; you really aught to do that.
Good heavens. At that hour of the day, I couldn’t even find the biscuits, let alone the oven.
Where is Bayliss in all this? Doesn’t he get breakfast, too? 
And why can’t the boys’ second breakfast be more of their first breakfast (plus biscuits) instead of an entirely new menu?
Bayliss is always on my heels. He never causes trouble.
These 2 grandwrex are always, ALWAYS hungry. It’s amazing how much food they eat in a day.
They’re buzzing around the kitchen now wanting lunch. But Mom’s on that.
It’s supposed to be spring break this week. She cancelled it. Seems there wasn’t enough to do and they were getting on her nerves.
CANNED biscuits??? 
And I thought you were a genteel southern woman. Where’s your White Lily flour, shortening, etc.
(I’ll admit to using Bisquik. A couple times a month I make thick-cut bacon and cheddar-garlic biscuits for breakfast.)
StG
I’m Southern. I am woman.
Genteel? Not so much.
I make a dang good biscuit, thank you very much.
In this case the gravy was more important.
hmmm—how 'bout combining a couple of steps, for the sake of efficiency:
Feed the cats on top of the dryer.
That would never work.
Bear the genius Siamese would not approve or accept.
He’s a real jerk.
okay, so how 'bout feeding the boys on top of the dryer.?
Just trying to be efficient, ya know.
See this phenomenal capability to multi-task is what gets the female of the species into trouble, and eventually comes back to bite us mere males in the ass.
Too many feeding options.
Remedy: Cats, dogs & kids all out of one packet, all into one bowl.
Survival of the fittest. What could possibly go wrong?
I like your thinking.
Now…where to find Dog/Cat/little Boy chow??