Despair and dishes

Maybe it's something about not having a dishwasher that does it... but in the mornings if I wake up and the kitchen is trashed from dinner the night before, it just fills me with despair. Mornings are pretty hard for me. I know most of y'all don't want to hear my whining about how hard mornings are when you have to get up at 5am to fight traffic for an hour so you can go spend 8 hours with people that you really don't like anyway, but it's still hard. It seems harder than when I had to get up at 5am and deal with California traffic and people I didn't like anyway. (Actually I liked everyone that I worked with, but it still didn't make facing an 8-10 hour day any easier).
I first of all, like to lay in bed for a few minutes to wake up a little bit before I start my day. Then I like to walk straight into the bathroom and brush my teeth, put on something that resembles clothing, pull my hair back and stumble around until I find either coffee or something cold to drink.
That's without child.
With child - usually wake up immediately, grab the baby, change, put into highchair, throw a handful of cheerios down to avoid screaming fits, while I measure formula to make oatmeal with. At this point, for me I haven't brushed my teeth, pulled my hair back and may or may not be wearing pants. So you certainly understand while all of this happens in a kitchen with last nights plates, stacked (gasp!) next to the sink, which is filled with pots pans and random other crap to be washed can fill one with a sense of despair.
My husband who by this time has already been up for an hour, manages to look chipper toting his cup of microwaved yesterdays coffee around, as he avoids the bleary eyed grumpiness that is his wife in the mornings.
So I've got to find my groove with the morning thing. There are some Mommies, who get up and get ready first thing, shoes and (OMG!) make-up! These are the Mommies that spend their days at the YMCA working out so they can look good for their husbands. These are also the Mommies that have housekeepers, manicures and do not eat carbs. I am not that mommy.
But, Mommy that I am, I have to find some way to streamline this process. And I think it might involve coffee. So tonight I set the coffee pot. And before I go to bed I'm washing all the evidence that my husband made lasagna, (and it's alotta evidence), although I'll not complain too much since the lasagna was quite tasty. And I think before I make the oatmeal, I'll start drinking coffee. And then, after breakfast, I vow to get ready for the day, teeth brushed and all! So I can go into the living room and sit for the next two hours while a 10 month old dimpled lunatic crawls all over me, wondering... what in the hell do I need to get done today. Sometimes having a mission for the day is easier than not. That's the moral of my story. That and don't let your dishes pile up. Tomorrow maybe we can have a nice little talk about laundry.