not for the weak

raising four children successfully is not for the weak or the weary. im at work tonight, so that leaves jeff at home to take the crew to football practice for two hours in the rain. he said it went ok, he entertained the three in the van for an hour and a half while carson practiced. he said carson did awesome, for the first time he was just going crazy out there, really playing hard and doing everything right. jeff decides to reward him with a trip to target and let him pick out a pack of pokeman cards. i don't think carson really knows what they are, just wanted some because someone at school had some. so they all get into target and ashton has to poop. then carson has to poop. well poop. he has molly wait outside the bathroom and he takes maggie in with him. the scene in front of him would of made me go running, but that is hard to do with your three and five year olds who need to go, now.
there are three stalls. two of the stalls have diarrhea blown out all over them, so bad its on the stall doors, floor, lid, everywhere. there are little footprints all over in it. one stall is ok, so he is going to let them use it. he can't put maggie down on the nasty bathroom floor and he has to have both hands free to untie carson's pants and maneuver all his football pads. so, he takes her back out and straps her in the cart, pushes the whole cart into the gross bathroom and starts helping carson. good idea, right?
wrong. the manager comes flying in there and starts telling jeff how he can't have the cart in the bathroom, and how ---- then he looks around. the football player sitting on the toilet, the three year old holding his belly, needing to go, but can't because the rest of the pots are too filthy to get close to, the baby strapped in the cart, and the dad, trying to keep everyone's fingers off of everything. that's right buddy, back it right on out the door.
i guess at that point several workers came in and cleaned up the place, both boys were able to go, and all ended well.
not for the weak.