Glub, Glub, I'm underwater and I can't catch my breath...
The dishes, the laundry, the constant requests for snacks and help in the bathroom and fights between brothers and dirty diapers and babies who won't nap - glub, glub.
Gotta get dinner ready, glub, gotta fold the laundy, oh, and I guess putting it away would be good.
What time is it? 5:15 PM...I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
Play-Do, where's the Play-Do??
Quit jumping on your brother!!!
Jonathan, don't drink the Cascade!!
I could really use a shower. GLUB GLUB
And then Aaron...