Mush Brain

I am wondering if in 10 years I will have a brain left to ponder life with 5 children at this stage.  I was solo at bedtime tonight because Scott had to help put up hay at the farm.  Within a 5 minute period, Nyla needed a diaper change, jammies on, bottle made, story read and put to bed, Marshall needed a bath and stories, Gemma wanted a cut on her finger boiled out with hydrogen peroxide (which had me worried because a farm cat scratched her pretty deep), Gracie was waiting for me to get her some Mucinex(she has me worried with a wet cough), and Luke comes into the room screaming at the top of his lungs that his eyes are burning and he can't see!  Seriously??? What could be in his eyes that could be burning so bad??  Oh but wait! He and Marshall just finished playing with two slimy tree frogs on the back deck!  As the burning became worse instead of better, I started to wonder if I should take him to the ER or first try to Google whether the slime on a tree frog would irritate your eyes. For a moment I thought my head would surely explode!  But in the end, Luke's eyes stopped stinging, Gemma's finger got rinsed, Gracie got her Mucinex, and Nyla and Marshall got to bed with no stories. I just don't remember how!