And if I’m going to be really real, I’ll tell you about the time I tried going to the bathroom the other day, and ended up breastfeeding on the toilet cuz the baby wouldn’t stop crying and I could not wait another moment for myself.  While I was doing this, my other three kids came in periodically and asked me all sorts of questions such as, can you help with this, and can you fix that, and I want a snack this moment!  It clearly didn’t register with them that I was a little bit preoccupied with my pants around my ankles and a baby on my body.