It's funny what we can do when we are forced to multi-task... 4 a.m. dog has to go out, and you realize your son has a dirty diaper, so in the middle of changing the diaper (and praying he doesn't pee in his own eye..or yours for that matter) the dog starts barking.. closing up the diaper as you walk to get the dog..closing the fridge that you forgot to close with your hip (don't deny it ladies we all need some caffeine in the middle of the night) using your free hands to stick a binky in the little ones mouth as he screams bloody murder because you dare to do something but dote on him.. letting the dog in as you reprimand him for waking every neighbor you have that actually still tolerates you, learning to hold the baby's head as you hop from one foot to another as you curse the most vile words you can think of (in your head) because you stepped on ANOTHER toy..dog's or baby's who knows... and finally, yes finally you get them all back to bed and you get to pee..all by yourself... until 5 seconds later you hear the baby scream because he wants to eat 5 minutes ago.