There's a surprise for you downstairs!!!

It happened some months ago. Finn was 7 or 8 weeks old and I was in a bare minimum state of mind. I had woken up with Dane and Liam at 7:30 and got them dressed, breakfast and settled (settled meaning a movie). I heard Finn crying upstairs and knew he was hungry, so I headed up to feed him. It was while feeding him that an exhaustion cloud started to swirl around my head. I could feel my eyes closing and happily gave in to the peaceful moment. Assuming my slumber would shortly be interrupted by a "mommy I want some milk" request. Suddenly I woke up feeling more rested than I expected. I glanced at the clock only to see to my delight and horror that it was 10:40. I had slept for more than two hours. I was grateful for the much needed sleep but terrified to see what could have kept their attention so long. So as I got up, still in pajamas messy hair and unbrushed teeth, I headed down the stairs. Keeping my fingers crossed that they had just really gotten into Nemo for the four thousandths three hundred and seventieth time. As I rounded the corner I could see a trail of food on the floor. Not just some adorable Hansel and Gretel tidbits with the odd cheerio placed here and there. Instead multiple bags of Costco size cheerios, goldfish, tortilla chips and crackers had been dumped out. It also appeared that this plethora of crunchy carbs had been danced on in order to pulverize into dust. The next object my eyes fell upon was Dane's old potty that we had used to potty train him when he was two (ok maybe three and a half). The potty had obviously been used all morning in some make shift port-a-potty fashion with unrolled toilet paper all around it. As I looked up all I could see was Dane, having taken off all of his clothes he stood there with his Thomas the train underoos. He had his head cocked back and was looking at something saying "show me some more pictures". At this point as some of the kitchen come into view I could see that Liam also had taken off all of his cloths and was just in a dirty diaper. He was sitting on the kitchen floor next to the tipped over garbage can. All of the garbage cans contents had been ripped out and were all over the floor. During this excavation process he had found two treasures: old pizza and old brownies, which Liam was feasting on and covered in. As I now came into full view of the living room several things horrified me. The first was that all the cushions and pillows of our couch had been removed and covered in the said carb dust. The second was all of the DVD's, blankets, clean diapers and toys that had been strewn all over the living room. But with all of this around me nothing seemed to trouble me more than the Jehovah Witness that was sitting on my cushion-less couch showing the boys pictures of Jesus. Now it should not have come as much of a surprise to me as it did. Dane is what you might call a social butterfly. We have to turn down play dates for fear of over scheduling him. He invites everyone into the house to play with him and is very friendly and inclusive. Every time the mail man comes Dane tries to convince him to come play trains with him. If it wasn't for the latch on our screen door I would expect many more visitors. Unfortunately I forgot to latch the door before my impromptu slumber. Now the Jehovah witness was a nice older woman who looked like she was a wonderful misses Klaus-type grandma to some lucky little grandchildren. She quickly told me what lovely children I have and that they had literally pulled her into the house. I thanked her for coming by and thanked my lucky starts she wasn't Child Services representative.