Nothing puts everything into perspective like getting ready to go out to a (OMG Foo Fighters) concert when one of the kids has a massive belly blowout and uses 1000 squares of tp to clog up the S bend, right as you want to run out the door. Add into the mix some colour-mixed clothes from the washing machine, new and far more complicated homework for 8yo, and now the traffic on the highway, and I am starting to get a bit of anxious belly myself.