I'm not sure when it happened - though surely it must have been sometime after we began sleeping through the night more or less regularly.  When did my feet hit the floor and move almost instinctively down to the kitchen?  It definitely happens the same way every morning now.  We can stand some tweaking of the time things take some days, but the flow works well.

Coffee, dogs out, prayers and bible, send off my husband.  aka: The grown-up hour. 

Dress, make my bed, start breakfast, wake up children.  (By this time, it's been an hour since husband's alarm began to go off and the coffee has worked its magic.)  

The children pray and eat and begin their morning tidying up.  Ideally.  ; )  

The first load goes in the washer.

Then we all sit down around the dining room table.  If it's a home day it looks like that.  

Need some more inspiration or practical helps to start your day? Growing Slowly shares her morning routine and a printable here.  Flylady's words of wisdom and checklists here.