Toxic Waste Grease

I slept pretty well last night.

Since I woke (up with the birds, before the sun) I have already been in negotiations with a hostile 5 year old, removed toxic waste grease (read: coconut oil) from a party dress, re-dressed her Ladyship (read: 8 year old who greased herself and party dress) and got everyone fed and clean and out the door on time. It has been exactly an hour and sixteen minutes since I opened my eyes. And I still haven't had my coffee.

What else will the next 22 hours and 46 minutes hold?