4 three year olds, 1 one year old, and a ten month old

I tried to help out a friend today. I watched her kids, her triplet three year olds and ten month old so she could spend some time with her husband on his day off. They are such great little boys those triplets. I was beginning to think this isn't so bad. It was even kind of fun. Everyone was happy and getting a long. Everything was going great until Gordon kept getting the boys to come upstairs with him. The second time this happened, I went upstairs told all the boys they need to come back down and stay downstairs. At this time I had to leave the youngest who was sleepy and ready for her bottle, so she was upset when I left her to go get the boys. So I took the toys they had, told them to follow me, and hurried down to the little girl. Three of them came soon after me and there was only one boy left to come down. Suddenly little boy comes flying down the stairs and cuts his chin open. So I had one boy with a gash in his chin, one upset little girl that wanted her milk right then and to be held, plus three other 3 year old boys that now I was suddenly scared to death that something could happen to them too, and thank goodness Neil was in bed otherwise I may have not made it through this day. I am just glad there were no broken bones. I was able to handle the situation and calm everyone down. By the time the parents got back after I called them I had bandaged the wounded, got the blood out of his shirt, fed the baby, changed her diaper, and had made a new rule that if any of the triplets wanted to go down the stairs they must hold my hand. Anyway, after today I really appreciate what my friend must go through all the time. I hope she enjoyed the time with her husband and hope that she doesn't have to spend too much time at the hospital seeing if Connor needs stitches. =S