His Own Dumb Fault

Matthew got stuck again today, but it was more annoying than funny this time. I had a laundry basket full of clean towels that I hadn't had time to fold and he climbed up in the basket and then couldn't figure out how to get out. So he cried. I got him out, turned around, and he promptly climbed right back into the basket. And cried when he couldn't get out. So I got him out again. And the cycle repeated itself about six times. By then I was trying to put food on the plates so we could eat dinner, Nathan was whining at me (He didn't pick up his room so I went in when the allotted time had passed and picked it up for him. That means everything I picked up is mine until he earns it back. It doesn't make him happy.), Kev had just called to say he was running late, and Matthew was sitting in the laundry basket crying . . . again. This was the point when I can truly say that I had one nerve left and my children were getting on it! I'm not sure whether he was trying to get out or just lost his balance, but just then Matthew tipped over in the laundry basket, smacked his face on the tile, and gave himself a bloody nose. Sigh. I've heard it said that life would be boring, but there are moments when boring sounds really fantastic.