If you missed the start of this series, you can find it here. A lot of things will be the same or very similar.
We kept to Ben’s new evening routine… mostly. He was goofing off instead of eating, so it took until after 7pm before he was in his jammas and tucked in.
Sunset was pretty much the same as the past few nights. I went to the corner market to get a few things for Ben during the sunset, so I didn’t take as many pictures. (You’re welcome)
After sunset I finally got a chance to go through my WP Reader, get caught up with things and was relaxing in bed, goofing on my phone. It was quiet.
Then at 9:21pm I heard a sound that frightened me, Ben… laughing… He was still awake, or he was having the liveliest dream I’ve ever witnessed in his almost twelve years, because he was talking too. Daughter and I decided to ignore it unless he got up. No reason to worry about it, really. If he was quiet in bed, fine with us. Maybe he’d even sleep later, we thought.
I was enjoying the cool and the quiet and didn’t realize the time. When I did finally notice what time it was, it was after midnight. I wasn’t sleepy but knew I needed to sleep soon or the morning would be difficult and the day would be worse. I took my pill and got ready for bed. I was awake several times in the night. Chronic insomnia is a sucky thing.
The yelling run-by was at 6:30 this morning. I figured he’d be a little later since he was still awake after 9pm last night. I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the living room to deposit my stuff, then went to Ben’s room for his tablet and water bottle.
I got my coffee, did Ben’s meds and uncovered Mr Sleepy.
Then I sat, with my bent legs over the Big Dummy and Ben’s toes occasionally digging into my ribs, drinking coffee and trying to uncross my eyes. Another day begun at Casa Cuckoo.
Daughter came to relieve me of Duty at 8:45. I gave my report and went to lay down. I wasn’t planning on going back to sleep, but my body hit the override button again, and I was drooling before five minutes had passed. Ben was in and out of my room and very loud and rambunctious. He treated me to singing, drumming and many, many bedquakes. My body wouldn’t let my brain have control, so I dozed and drooled on.
Around 10:00 my phone made a bunch of alert noises and my brain arm-rasseled my body’s control away. I swam up from the depths of the pool of drool to see what the alerts were. A bunch of nothing is what they were. I thought I had gotten rid of all the notifications from all the apps but it would appear that I missed a few or the apps are getting sneakier. Both are valid possibilities.
Ben was apparently still on crack and was pacing and pacing around the six inches of floor space not occupied by my ginormous bed. He wanted to tell me something or ask me something but his brain wasn’t making the connection to his mouth. He finally got it out… he wanted me to Write The Words “Umbrella Corporation”. Ugh! So I stumbled out to the living room to get the bag with the Arts and Crafts stuff so I could Write The Words for him.
His brain to mouth connections were still haywire, so he switched to having me draw the red and white logo. (This is from Resident Evil if you’re wondering what I’m blathering about) The only problem was that we only had yellow paper, so he got red and yellow logos. I guess they were good enough.
He went back to the living room and I went through my WP Reader. I could hear Daughter telling him to chill out, calm down, stop pacing… It appeared to be a super ADHD day. He eventually went outside to wreck some havoc. Good choice.
On my way to the baño I glanced at Sven. Well, hello…
I decided if he was actually going to move, I’d put him in the shower for a bit and put some nice, fresh food down.
Then Ben was yelling from outside that he needed my help. Daughter went to see what was what, but Ben needed “Gramma help” Well alrighty then. I went to “help” him walk back into the house. He got under the blankets in my bed. I tried to talk him out of the blankets, too hot… but Ben isn’t reasonable about some things. When Daughter went to her room at 1:45, Ben and I moved to the living room for the AC… and Arts and Crafts Time.
I checked on Sven, he hadn’t eaten and he’d moved to the Pouting Corner.
The 2:30 med alarm reminded me to dope Ben’s face, so I did. I also noticed Mr Sven had moved again.
Time out was taken for some Blue Ramen and tablet watching. Fine with me, I get tired of Arts and Crafts. While he was distracted with his Ramen and his tablet, I attacked his hair… brushed and braided. He fought a little, he always fights. He HATES having his hair, brushed, washed, or even touched. We used to razor it down to one inch every summer, but we had to restrain him and he cried the whole time. We finally gave that up and his hair hasn’t been cut since. I’ve learned a lot of people on the spectrum have issues with their hair and fingernails. Ben used to fight us when it was time to cut his nails. Now he just peels them off. Gross and OUCH! His pain tolerance is scary high.
Around 3:30 snack time was over and he moved to the chalk area (aka the kitchen floor in front of the cabinet between the stove and fridge) and played with his dominoes, grunting and making Happy Noises the entire time.
He got back on the couch with me after he was done with his dominoes. Just chillin… Daughter came out to take over at 4:45. My back was aching from that couch. I need to get some pillows or something so it doesn’t hurt so much to sit there. I foresee many hours of Ben enforced Couch Sittin’ in my future.
We’re entering the countdown now. Daughter has work tonight and tomorrow night. Younger will be bringing Kris the ssssneezing ssssnake over for her second to last ssshot, so there’s no time pressure with Ben tonight. We’ll keep to the schedule but Younger will be here if Ben is uncooperative. Then he and I will pick Daughter up at 7:30am tomorrow morning.
Thanks for stopping by Casa Cuckoo on this Moody Tuesday. Come on back tomorrow, ya just never know what’s gonna happen next.