Busy Boy (aka "Prednisone Pete") spent the night out last night, where, presumably he took his manic need to build forts.
Psycho Sally (Busy Girl) had a friend to spend the night, and well, they spent the evening trying to make a bigger fort than these walls have ever seen. After the clean-up efforts this morning, this house has officially been declared a "Fort-Free Zone" for the intermediate future until I find the den furniture.
I was grateful that she had a friend over so she would perhaps forget this multi-night habit of not sleeping and coming into our room to tell us she wasn't sleeping. No dice. We're going to get to the bottom of this today. No TV, meals at a table at normal intervals, exercise and plenty of fluid since she complains of a headache a lot (yes, it's been checked and she doesn't drink enough).
There's light at the end of the tunnel (the proverbial tunnel, not the one Busy Boy made in his doorway), they're both down to 1 pill a day.
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Omg... so basically what you're saying is there is no light at the end of MY tunnel of sleep deprivation (5-month old here)... and that from now until the time he moves out presumably, my son will continue to wake me up in the middle of the night? Oh JOY.
Well, at least WE can laugh about it! But poor you.
What is it with kids and forts?
You take good care. I know it can be exhausting. Hang in there. Hope everyone is feeling better soon!
My younger daughter is now 13 years old, but sometimes it is difficult to adjust to her feeling. --though I cab see a tiny light at the end of her adolescense tunnel.
Now our summer vacaiton is finihsed, though my daughters are still in their summer vacaion. So I started my dairy again.
My house is a fort-free zone too.
If Busy Boy was out last night building forts, did it seem like a fortnight? I'm sorry, that was bad. I'll go to my room now.
The thing about kids is just when you think they've outgrown something, bam, they're back to it again. The two fruit of my loins hadn't built a fort in a while, but they did one Saturday morning in a bid to keep the dog out. It didn't work, but they seemed to enjoy the dog's efforts to get in more than their efforts to keep him out. I have no doubt that they still have a few more forts in them.
I'm amazed by the power of water. It's the modern cure all. I just got back from vacation in Colorado (loved it, thanks for asking) and we saw a sign at a touristy spot advising drinking plenty of water for altitude sickness. We ridiculed it (what in the heck does water have to do with lack of oxygen) but a couple of people later confirmed from personal experience that drinking more water did help altitude sickness. Go figure.
My son used to wake us up announcing he couldn't sleep. At first we would give suggestions about how to get back to sleep, but he would often return to let us know they weren't working. We settled on just letting him sleep on the couch in our bedroom. He would complain about how hard his mattress was in comparison to both the couch and our bed. We bought him one of those thick foam mattress pads on the condition he would stay out of our room at night.
All was well until he took up sleepwalking. I'd get up and steer him back to bed. Eventually I learned to sleep through it and he seems to have "outgrown" it. I used to hate it when I was a kid and my parents told me I was "just going through a phase" -- but like so much else, I discovered that they were right.
I have a fortmaker, junior division, here.
This is how I wake up most mornings:
*thud*
As my head hits the mattress because the pillow has been slipped out from unerneath.
We only aspire to Prednisone Pete's Olympic abilities - but not ofr lack of practice!