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 decided to go outside and look at the sunset. It stayed very mellow, no phase two big color show…
… which was perfectly okay with me. Ben and Zeus were outside with me and they were both full of energy, so I’m glad the sunset was chill.
Dinner, meds and bath for Ben were mostly problem free. The Boys were kissed Goodnight around 7pm and they were quiet after. Very nice!
All the usual blahditty blah blah blah…
The pre-6am wakeup was Door Kicking again. I came stumbling out of my room and Daughter came stomping down the hall yelling for Ben to stop, yelling for me to go back to my room, just yelling. Chaos at Casa Cuckoo before sunrise… swell.
I let Zeus out, then followed him to look at the sky… No, Thanks!
I went back inside and hid in my room. At 6:30am I ventured out, hoping Daughter was done yelling. I made it to the baño safely. When I came out I told Daughter that I’d do Couch Sittin Duty. She said she hadn’t slept all night, but she was awake and she wanted to sleep tonight, so she’d stay up and watch Gone With The Wind, then sleep a couple hours. I didn’t argue, just got my coffee and went back to my room. I got under my blankets cuz it was cold and tried to decide whether to stay up or go back to sleep. While I was deciding my body hit the OFF switch and I dozed.
At some point Ben woke me to ask for more chalk. I told him I ordered two big boxes to come in the mail but I didn’t know when they would come. He got under the blankets with me and I dozed. Next time I was fully awake was just before 10am. There were several blanket-tugging, mini-wakes but those don’t really count. Anyway, Ben was also awake and he departed. I waited a few minutes, listening… then went out to talk to Daughter.
Her movie was almost over, so I got my stuff to take over Couch Sittin Duty. She wouldn’t go to her room until the movie was over, so stubborn, around 10:30. I asked her if she wanted me to get her up if she had an “alarm failure” since she’d gone on and on about sleeping tonight. She said YES. Three times I verified, 2:30pm wake up. YES! Alrighty then.
Another intensive but not very interesting late morning and early afternoon followed. I held onto the idea that his Adderall would be filled soon. It was Monday, the start of the business week, the Holidays were over. Anytime now we would be able to properly medicate Ben and he would be able to settle down a little bit. I had to give him the last two boxes of chalk and still he yammered on about more.
I heard Daughter making noise at 2:30pm and figured she’d be out pretty soon. At 2:50pm I went to check on her and she was Passed TF Out! I woke her, per agreement, but she was incoherent and Ben was SpazmaTaz, having just taken his afternoon meds, so I left her. I tried again at 3:30pm and she got huffy. I told her she could stay in bed, I honestly didn’t care.
She was the one who made a big deal about sleeping tonight. I just walked out of her room. It’s so ridiculous that we’re still playing this stupid fucking game. She’s gonna be thirty-two years old this month, she’s a nurse fer cryin out loud, but she can’t get her ass out of bed or send a damn text when she wants to sleep longer?!
Sorry. Sorry. I’m done. Done bitching about it and done playing games. So… Ben and I continued doing the same old song and dance*. He told me he wanted chalk, a small box of chalk, and I told him I didn’t have any more, I’d given him the last two boxes.
Daughter got up at 4pm. Ben was still yammering about a small box of chalk. There must be a specific color that comes in the small box that he wanted. So very frustrating when communication problems cause, well… frustration. I needed to get his meds anyway, since they were ready, per Daughter, so I “got dressed, I went to the store…” yeah, you know the rest.
I got home just before 5pm and started taking pictures. We’ll save those for tomorrow. Daughter is cooking Ben’s white chicken and I’m ready to call it a day. If only…
* Because the song started playing in my head as I typed.
No two days are ever alike here at the Casa. I’m very much hoping that a fully medicated Ben will be a less intense Ben. He is absolutely exhausting. I am very grateful that he’s been in a good mood during the ADHD thing. It has reminded me that the ADHD has always been the reason we sought medication. He wasn’t sleeping as a toddler, he never stopped moving. It hasn’t gotten any better over time or different meds, except after his doctor gave him Adderall. I can’t even imagine how it feels inside his head or body. Anyway, come on by tomorrow. Hopefully it will be a dull, Meh day. The kind we like, right?! ¡Hasta mañana!