If you missed the start of this series, you can find it here. A lot of things will be the same or very similar.
Ben got over his grumpiness from being woken up and quit the more chalk nonsense. I was able to enjoy sunset without arguing with him.
It was a mellow, soothing sunset. I was glad it was wasn’t as dramatic as the sunrise. The breeze was chilly and I’m a big wimp with the cold! Temperature extremes, hot or cold, aggravate my Fibromyalgia. I can ignore a lot of physical discomfort, but when I’m tired, it’s more difficult. Anyway, Ben watched his tablet, scripted with me and generally had a good evening again. Dinner, meds, bath and bedtime went fine with minimal trouble.
He went to bed but he didn’t go to sleep. He got up around 9:30pm to use the baño. Daughter followed him and herded him back to bed. Then he got up again around midnight. I was dozing by that point. I’d taken my meds and was on the way to being completely out. Daughter got up with him again, and sent him back to bed with a sterner “It’s time for sleeping. Go to sleep.”
When Ben came and got me and commanded “Gramma come living room, please.” I just automatically grabbed my stuff and started heading that way. It wasn’t until I was sitting on the couch that my eyes focused enough to see the time… 2:17am. WTH?! I realized that Ben had not slept AT ALL. Oh man… not good!
He was awake, but not full blown SpazmaTaz. I was grumpy, tired and cold. Ben and I sat together under blankets, Zeus was on the foot of the chaise part, under my legs. (He helped me warm up a little… good for Something.) I dozed off at some point, cuz next I knew, Daughter was coming out of the bathroom and telling me to go to bed. It was like 4:30am-4:45am. I didn’t argue, just grabbed my stuff and went to my room. I got under my blankets with my robe and slippers still on. I did hang my feet off the edge of the bed though. I’m such a goober!
Ben joined me and Zeus in my room around 6:30am. I slept a little before then, but it was in and out. I could hear Ben and Daughter in the living room, so I heard when she gave him his morning meds. I also heard her telling him to leave me alone, so I was prepared when he Bounced me. He wanted me to read one of the cards from his Jumanji game. After I miraculously managed to focus my eyes enough to read the card, he left. Briefly.
He came back with the entire game and his tablet. He decided it was time for a “Dance Party” and started bouncing on my bed. I could hear Daughter yelling from the living room for Ben to leave me alone and let me sleep, but he paid zero attention to her. I doubt her words even registered. He was beyond, beyond! I pulled the blankets tighter around me, curled into the fetal position and hoped his meds would start working soon.
The “Dance Party” eventually ended and he settled into the crook of my legs, leaning against my butt and watched his tablet. I guess he’d finally worn himself out, or the meds were helping (it still amazes me that amphetamines make Ben tired. It validates his ADHD diagnosis, which shouldn’t need to be validated but Judgey McJudgeypants people…) or both. Next I knew it was 8am.
I extricated myself from my bed and headed to the baño. Daughter was waiting for her turn when I exited. She said she’d gotten up to check on Ben around 7:30am because it was TOO quiet, and we were all asleep. Me and The Boys. She went back to bed, and I went to my room to move Ben from the middle of my bed, up to his “spot” and under instead of on top of the blankets. I wanted to be able to get Horizontal again.
I spent the morning and early afternoon reading blog posts and relaxing. I tried to wake Ben up around 12:30pm. He woke up a little bit but his eyes kept rolling back in his head. I gave up.
I tried again at 1:30pm and got the same response. I didn’t want him to sleep all day, but he did need some sleep. I spent the time between 1:30pm and 2:15pm rubbing his arm or leg, talking to him, and gently trying to bring him out of sleep. I almost wished I hadn’t.
At 2:15pm he rolled over and said “You have to get dressed. You have to go to the store and buy new chalk.” SERIOUSLY?! I decided to play it off and pulled out a script. A back and forth he likes from Aristocats… I said “You’re not a lady. You’re nothing but a sister.” He said “Lady!” I said “Sister!” and we did that, twenty or thirty times.
When he started back on the chalk, I suggested we move to the living room. We got a delivery shortly after we got out there. Zeus barked to let me know. I ignored it, not knowing what it was. I asked Daughter when she wandered out at 2:45pm if she was expecting anything. She was not. So I went out to look and inside a ginormous box was two sixteen count boxes of chalk. THANK YOU, FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER!! I put one in the pocket of my hoodie and presented the other to HRH and told him it came in the mail. That he should believe me and be patient. Then I got Horizontal again.
It’s probably going to be a long night again, but I’m ready for it. We gotta Drive Miss Daisy tonight. But before that is sunset and the Pregame Show, which is just the nightly routine on fast forward and bedtime after the drive. I expect him to be awake until at least 10pm, but he may surprise me.
Even when things are craptacular, they’re always changing. Hang on and the bad will change. There’s always a reason to smile. Especially when things are crap! Fake a smile, before you know it, it will be real.
I must say, I am NOT impressed with 2021 so far. It’s been a bit mad here at Casa Cuckoo. It’s been a bit mad everywhere. Since I tend to be a “silver linings” kind of person, I’m gonna say today was good. I got to relax for several hours in peace and quiet, AND an unexpected delivery of TWO boxes of chalk arrived, just when I needed them. Yes, I had a rough night, and yes I had to listen to the “get dressed, go to the store” nonsense, but it worked out okay. I wonder what will happen next? Let’s find out together. ¡Hasta mañana!