So, Tate had a “short-circuit” night. He had trouble falling asleep. He had trouble staying asleep. Hubz was up with him from 7:45-8:00, and then from 10:30-midnight. They invaded the cozy comfort of our bed, and Tate proceeded to twist, turn, hum, mumble, and crack his neck (one of the worst sounds ever) for 3 more hours. He may have dozed off, but not sure.
At 3 am, I pulled Tate into his room, and thanking God that we put a double bed in there, we climbed in. I told him that I was going to sleep. He fought at first, and then grabbed his stimming stick, crawled under his Spiderman and duckie blankies, flipped my hair, and ultimately fell asleep. We were out cold until 7:15 when Jake came in to announce the time in one of those, “why-the-hell-are-you-not-up-yet” tones…
I sprung into action. I managed to get myself dressed, all 3 kids dressed and fed, Tate’s writing homework done, and backpacks packed in 45 minutes, by which time we went outside to burn energy before the bus came. Whew!
With every fiber of my being I want to be a crabby, witchy mess. However, God blessed us by sending nothing but blue skies, sunshine and thin, wispy clouds our way. I can’t help but smile and be happy.
Oh, and have hope that tonight we will ALL get some much-needed shut-eye….