Return of the Night of the Living Croup

5 a.m. this morning: Over the baby monitor, I hear the sounds of wheezing and coughing.

5:01 a.m.: I pick Matthew up and take him to our room.

5:02 a.m.: After a sleepy discussion, we decide to run the shower and sit in the steam.

5:04 a.m.: A fully awake Matthew demands to go "downtares" and watch Buzz. (Toy Story)

5:05 a.m.: The fully awake toddler is running around the bathroom, demanding to go "downtares."

5:06 a.m.: We go "downtares." We watch Buzz.

7:30 a.m.: Matthew seems better, we go to daycare, I go to work.

11:00 a.m.: Daycare calls. Matthew is coughing and lethargic.

11:30 a.m.: I pick up Matthew.

11:35 a.m.: We pull in to our neighborhood. Matthew says, "Doctor!"

2:30 p.m.: We go to the doctor. He says Matthew has croup and prescribes a steroid.

6:30 p.m.: Matthew is in full blown 'roid rage. He is climbing on furniture, jumping from the kitchen table, running around the house.

7:00 p.m.: Matthew crashes