This was my morning, 7am to 9am:
MJ wakes. He is soaked in wee. Change his clothes.
Get Will out of our bed. He is also soaked in wee, as are our sheets. Change him.
Feed Will porridge, much of which ends up on his clothes.
Pick up MJ from his swing to discover that he is dripping a combination of wee, poo, and vomit.
Change them both.
Get poo on self. Change self.
Decide MJ needs bath. Undress him. Running bath water encourages MJ to wee all over me. Change self.
Bathe MJ. Change him.
A change is as good as a holiday right? No wonder I feel so well rested.