There's one thing I dread very much when I'm home alone with the kids. It sounds gross. You don't want to hear this, but I'm going to say it. It's the Bad Poo. Not the kids', mine.
If you are alone when this moment happens. Not out in public. No kids at home with you. You are a very lucky person. Because, let me tell you, it really sucks when this hits you and you have three kids who really want you to hurry up because they want their breakfast.
Because there are some things ... you.just.can't.hurry.
