As if ONCE isn't enough..

So, I am sleeping peacefully in my bed, when lo and behold, I hear, "Mommy? Mommy? I need some help." Well, Sam had too much koolaid and not enough bathroom time. Apparently. Unfortunately for me, I had piled every extra blanket on his bed, and had to dig to strip it. Seriously, work like that at 1:30 am is enough to make anyone cuss. I refrained, but then I must have been really in control when at 6:05 am, I hear, "Mommy, I think I wet your bed." Isn't there a rule about only one accident a night? Is it really possible that he is so tired (that was his excuse) that he can't wake himself up? I mean I have nightmares about finding toilets. Always have. For example, I am searching for a bathroom, and I find one! Yay! I walk in and it appears to be a locker room or maybe even a dressing room of some sort, and there are like 50 toilets randomly placed around the room. No privacy (who would want that?) and I never can find a clean or functioning pot. Or they are so large, I don't dare sit on it, because I could fit my whole family in that thing. Well, I don't dream about leaving important and very neccessary articles of clothing anywhere but on me, I dream about gross, unwelcoming toilets. I wonder if Samuel does. He no longer likes "SAM" by the way. That isn't what they call him at school, you know. Well, off to bed I go, and if I my sleep gets disturbed, you will know about it.