This is my triathalon.
First we start with a bleary eyed stroll to the coffee pot, carefully navigating (a) the clothes on the floor that need to go in the hamper, (b) the yoga ball that is in the middle of the bedroom floor left over from DD playing with it last night, (c) DD's backpack, for some reason in the middle of the hall landing, (d) the stairs, remembering there is a turn in the middle, (e) the kitchen island and the stepstool that is supposed to be under it, but is instead right next to the cabinet where the coffee is kept.
Then, while the coffee is percolating, reverse direction, avoiding again said obstacles, which may now include a small five-year-old who has heard the noise of her father banging his toe into her backpack and has come out to say 'good morning, father' and 'oh, there's my backpack'. After sending said daughter back to her room to get ready for school, head for the bathroom, remembering too late the door is shut and after, bouncing off it, proceed inside, fumble for the shower nozzle, get soaked with cold water because the shower head is pointing at the shower door, curse at spouse, and take shower.
When completed, find clothes you forgotten to set out the night before, tiptoe to dresser to find a pair of socks that match, give up, since no one will see your feet anyway, get dressed, collect DD5 and explain to her she cannot wear a t-shirt and shorts to Christian school, re-dress DD5, pickup her backpack, go back downstairs, find coffeepot, pour coffee onto countertop, then find a cup and pour rest of coffee into cup. Drink.
Wake up.