Of course.

So last night, Rob went out for a business dinner. Leaving me to tend to do the last feeding and put the boys to bed by myself. Of course, this would be when one of them had a blowout diaper. Poop everywhere. Seriously, how does a baby get poop on his elbow?! And the one time that they woke up over an hour early from their nap, so they were exceptionally fussy by the time they ate. I decided to feed Win and Wes first, because I knew they would scream if they had to wait and normally drain their bottles in 10 minutes. But of course this time they messed around with their bottles, sipping it like a fine wine and neither would come close to finishing. All the while, Charlie was attempting to leap from the bouncy seat onto Wesley's head below. Thankfully they all went to sleep without a fight. But I got to enjoy the evening by doing their now very necessary laundry and scrubbing the now defiled sink.

The best part of the night was Rob returning with a piece of cheesecake to make up for his absence. Thanks Skoler!