20 Minutes before the insurance guy comes...

Finally after 5 and a half years of marriage, we decided we should get some life insurance on Sam-Thank goodness he hasn't killed over before now! The insurance guy was supposed to come over this morning at 9 am to drop off, and have us sign the policy. Since I could do that without Sam here, he went to work as usual. 8 am, I get the boys some oatmeal and hot chocolate for breakfast, just like they asked for. 8:30 they still haven't eaten any of it. Just sitting there staring at it. I start to feed it to them in an effort to get them fed before the insurance guy comes. 8:40, Nicholas announces he needs to go poop. I tell him to hurry and do it so he can finnish his oatmeal. 8:45, Nicholas comes downstairs with poop dripping down his leg. "Um, mom? I think I need some help wiping my bum." I hurry upstairs to clean him off, leaving Christian at the table. When I walked into the bathroom I was shocked. There were poop puddles and pee puddles all over the bathroom, his last pair of clean undies, the toilet seat, EVERYWHERE! Oh, it was gross! The smell was horrific! I hurry downstairs (still gaging) to get some things to clean it up with. Christian had, of course, dumped his entire bowl of oatmeal all over the table and was smearing it around with his hands. Great, one more disaster! 8:55, I finished cleaning and sanitizing the disgusting poop mess, and quickly showered off Nicholas. Just when I was about to hurry downstairs to clean up the oatmeal, I noticed Christian digging in his undies. No! Are you kidding me? He had, of course pooped in his undies, and now had it all over his hands. Of course it was his last pair of clean ones too. So I hurried and cleaned him up and cleaned out his undies. 9:00, I quickly run downstairs to clean the oatmeal mess, and threw the towel in the sink just in time for the doorbell to ring. Honestly, how many things can go wrong in 20 minutes?