When it rains it pours

So, life around here is always hoppin, and we really do love it. But, sometimes when things happen, as they do when you have 6 little hands that need and want and play and make messes and never stop, it all seems to happen at the same time.
Today, we got home from Church, we as in me and Keedon and Quinton and Cambel. Coby stayed at church for scout stuff... Cambel was crying cuz he was hungry and the boys were nagging cuz they wanted Cheetos, which I didn't really want to give them because I wouldn't be able to wash their orange hands afterwards...
Ok, so Cambel's eating and the boys finished their Cheetos... (yup, I gave in)... and before I could get a wipe to them with my one mobile hand, they were off and running and I have since found orange fingerprints everywhere... but, that's not even the kicker... this is:
They went downstairs to play... then I heard Quinton crying, and while feeding Cambel I went to check on them, and found Keedon slamming Quinton in the little dark storage closet, and when I got Quint out he was crying so hard that his nose was running down his chin, and before I could worry about wiping it, Keedon's stinky bum caught my attention... one accident is all he's had so far, and it happens to be right now...
So, I am feeding Cambel, cleaning a dirty bum, and trying not to get the junk everywhere, Quinton is crying and then he slammed his fingers in the door while he was following me in and out of the bathroom...
Oh, man... when they were finally in their chairs and eating and Cambel was in the swing, I could breath. Then Coby got home and was totally oblivious to how we just spent the last hour. I just have to keep hearing Coby's mom's voice in my head "no white flag".... "no white flag"...