You’re cleaning up breakfast dishes in relative peace and quiet when all of a sudden, three things happen, all at once.

1) You’ve got to poop.

2) The baby runs past you with a very saggy, very stinky, very messy diaper.

3) The older two break out in a no holds bar drag ’em down, knock ’em out brawl over whether the game of the minute should be Cars or Fairies.

What do you do?

Go!

I say you should change the baby on your lap while you’re on the toilet and make the older finish the dishes. But somehow I doubt that would work in real life.

The more realistic option is probably to run away to the back bedroom and blog about the craziness.

This may accomplish nothing and ensure internal damage, poopy baby hands, and ill-tempered children, but it also encapsulates a moment you can chuckle over during naptime.

Who’s with me?!