You gotta laugh or else you'd weep

I was talking to Mum on the phone, I had a crying 10 month old on my hip, I had just rebooted the laundry with my tenth load and was trying to serve breakfast to 8 other boys... needless to say, when I found two chooks under the dining table and a big fat poo under my woollen socked foot, I had to choose if I was going to laugh or cry.