If you missed the start of this series, you can find it here. A lot of things will be the same or very similar.
I went to sleep before midnight, hurray! I got Bounced at 1:30, BOO! It’s not a typo. Ben and Zeus Bounced and bedquaked me at One Thirty in the morning! He made me go to the living room at 2:00. I didn’t want to chance a repeat of the door kicking. His tablet was low, it must’ve been unplugged all night, so I plugged his in and gave him mine. Thankfully he was pretty chill, but he didn’t let me sleep. He needed juice or “help cover up” or just “Gramma, wake up!”
6:30 meds and uncovering Sven. I went and checked his tablet battery, it was 100% so I switched tablets for him. Daughter texted and arrived home at the usual times. She said work was okay, no major problem. She tried to get Ben to come with her to her room, but he was ignoring her.
I told her I was just gonna go lay down. I was so tired that I was feeling emotional, like I was gonna cry. I heard Daughter telling Ben to pick up his “Words” and come to her room. Eventually he went.
Less than 15 minutes later I heard her tell him to go potty and come right back to Mommy’s room. She repeated it three times. He came straight to my room. He said “Gramma. Write the words.” I told him I was too tired, that I would write words later. Nope! Ben had an obsession in his brain. He couldn’t think of anything except the need for Gramma to write the words. So I got the bag and prepared to write the words.
My head almost exploded when he showed me what he wanted me to write. Yep! Jumanji… again. I thought maybe he lost a couple names or something. Nope! The entire set of names, just like yesterday, all over again. I really felt like crying then.
After I had finished, and confirmed with HRH that we were done, I told him I wanted to lay down. He told me “Gramma come living room.” I told him I needed to sleep. He started screaming some babble followed by “…write the words, NOW!!” So, what could I do but get up and go find out what other words he desperately needed written and cut out. He was tired, he’d been yawning during the writing of the Jumanji names, and now he was getting upset. I needed to forget about myself, my feelings, my wants and just do what he asked for, or I was gonna have a Very Very upset Ben to deal with. SOOOO not worth it.
Daughter came out to use the bathroom and asked what she could do. I told her “Absolutely nothing.” and it was true. She throws a Bitch Fit whenever he asks her to do the words for him, so he doesn’t ask anymore.
After he’d had me write a few random names, he said “Gramma cook taters.” No “Please”, it wasn’t a question, it was a command. So I got up and peeled, sliced and fried him some taters. I happened to glance at Sven as I went by… so messy!
I used a small plate for his food this morning. He didn’t flip it, but he scattered it and then went to his Judgey Corner.
Ben’s taters were done around 9:00. I sat back down on the couch and waited for further commands. He ate his taters, asked for several juices, had me do more writing, cutting and taping… normal stuff.
10:30 meds were given right after he stood in the middle of the room and yelled as loud as he could for as long as he could. Why? Shrek
I told him he needed to be quiet, Mommy was sleeping. He sat on the couch and started “drumming”. Whatever… it was quieter than his scream. I also took pity on Sven, still in his Judgey Corner, and put him in the shower.
Bright yellow and happy! Lucky Sven Dragon. I took him out at noon, right before I gave Ben his half Adderall. I tried to put Sven on his hammock but he ran to the food plate, then went to his Pouting Corner. He was still yellow so I figured he was just showing his displeasure that there was no new food on his plate.
Daughter got up at 1:30 and came to relieve me on living room duty. I gave my report and headed straight to my room to lay down. I remember looking at the time at 2:20 when I heard Daughter getting Ben’s meds ready and thinking “she’s late” and then I was drifting off. I started to surface a couple times but sank back under again. I woke up and forced myself to stay awake at 4:30.
About 10 minutes later Ben came into my room, his Gramma Sense must’ve been tingling. He said something about getting dressed and going to the store for a new Hershey bar. I told him that Mommy was cooking his dinner (I could smell chicken nuggets in the toaster oven), but he started again with the getting dressed cock a doodle dookie. I went and got a Hershey bar from the fridge and gave it to him. The toaster oven dinged while I was getting the chocolate and randomly Daughter said “I don’t wanna be a pirate.” so I told her not to be a pirate. I asked if she’d heard from her coworker about the test results. She said the gal texted her that the results were negative, but they are retesting her in a week. Daughter said “…because they suspect a false negative” but I got the sense that SHE added that part. She said she’s still worried, sometimes I think she enjoys the drama.
Ben has his dinner. It’s getting to be about that time. Here’s tonight’s song
Another day’s adventure comes to a close. Thank you, as always, for hanging out at Casa Cuckoo with us. Today started way too early, didn’t it? We’ll keep our fingers crossed that tomorrow’s Bounce is at a more reasonable hour. Whatever time it happens, you’re always welcome to join us.