DMV: Wet'n'Wild

You know when those annoying tasks pile up,  like license registration, car tune ups, insurance calls, doctors appointment etc. etc.?  Well we were there and I thought I could help my husband lessen the load even though I had three small children and one on the way. So I told him I would take care of getting a new license plate for our car.  So I took 3 small kids to the DMV.  STOP! The previous sentence should never be repeated or done by anybody on the face of the earth.  I was in a hurry because I had to pick up my kindergartner by noon.  The four of us were standing in line for quite a while with everything you would think: tears, fits, crying eat. My two-year-old said she had to go to the bathroom.  The DMV was so crowded so for us to get to the restroom with a large stroller was like playing a level 10 of Pac-Man. By the time we got to the bathroom I saw the line for the toilets was too long so I told her to try and hold it and got back in line.  I saw a boy I used to date in high school, for the first time since then. As I was talking to him he informed me my daughter had her pants down and was peeing everywhere.  At this point I gave up, called my husband and told him "it's the thought that counts", I tried to help, but I failed and promised to never take the children to the DMV ever again.