Not that I'm complaining

Or maybe I am. It is only 9 AM and my Little Jamaican has covered about two dozen toys in liquid soap, another child (who I won't identify out of respect for her weak bladder) informs me that she needs a shower and her bedding changed this morning. My darling son is running around my house with my car keys for the 3rd time today. Not that this is a huge problem, just that when it is time to go, where exactly will my car keys be? Then, of course, their is the informer child of the day who is running around telling me these things repeatedly, like I could forget.