That's how I do it

Often I get the comment, "I don't know how you do it." I rarely give thought that my life perhaps would've been easier if I had 4 less children. But here's an example of "how I do it":

Scenario
Me, in kitchen, eating oatmeal, on computer. I hear the simultaneous requests of:

1. A two year old on the toilet yelling, "I'm finished!" and expecting me to come immediately to wipe her poopy bottom.
2. A 19 month old trying desperately to reach his empty bottle on the kitchen counter with an, "Eh! Eh!" so he can suck on it until lunchtime.
3. A seven year old asking, "What are we going to do today?" in hopes I might say, "paint," which of course I won't.
4. A five year old on a desperate whiny search for the cable remote to get his fix of PBS Kids, Noggin, Nick Jr. and Playhouse Disney in the late morning.
5. A four year old, whose freshly pony-tailed hair is already messed up, begging me to play Barbies as I try to finish my cold oatmeal that I cooked an hour ago.
6. A four month old, who's been in the swing for two hours, cuing me that it's her turn for some affection and a mid-morning snack.

My response:
1. I'll be right there!
2. Hold on.
3. I don't know.
4. Did you look in the couch?
5. Let me finish my breakfast.
6. Just a minute.

Then I prioritize:
I hand the 19 month old his bottle, wipe the two year old's hiney, tell the seven year old to play Barbies with the four year old, grab the four month old and sit on the couch and watch TV with the five year old.

So, that's how I do it. No biggie.