Before my morning coffee....

I sneaked (snuck? whatever) to the shower, while Adam watched "Little Einsteins," in my bed (where he slept for the majority of the night!).

Matthew was not awake. I had ten minutes to shower.

I happily skipped (ok maybe not) into the bathroom and started my shower.

Scalding hot water was soothing my sleepiness, when all of the sudden I hear....


"MOM!!!!!!! MOMMMMMMM!!!! MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"


Me, sticking my head out of the bathroom, into the VERY cold air: "Adam get in here right now! If you wake up Matthew, you are in big trouble mister!"

Adam: "Moooooooommmmmmmmmmm my elboooowwww.... I neeeeeed a bandaaaaaid!!!"

Me: "There's no blood. No bandaid."

Adam, stops crying, and sulks away.

Ok, back to showering bliss... for a whole five seconds.....

Adam: "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!"

Me: "Adam Frederick, get your butt in here now!"

Adam: "I can't! I am STUCCCCK!!!"

I stumble out of my shower, grab one of the kids' hoodie towels (hey, it was the closest), throw on my monkey towel, and run to the cries.

Me: "You better be bleeding this time, because your yelling woke up Matthew; now he's crying. Are you bleeding? Where's the blood? WHERE are you????"

Adam: "Mommy! I am stuck up herrrrreeeeee!!!!!"

Up where???

Somehow he climbed up Andy's armroir (sp?) and was STUCK- very STUCK, at about 6 feet off the ground. sigh.

I get him down, one handed, because I am holding my monkey in place, and proceed back to the shower. Matthew was screaming. I was sulking. Adam was still crying.

I turned off the shower. I'll try again later.