Mr. Shattner has thankfully receded from my subconscious. Thanks for that!
We are settling into our temporary digs for the summer. The 47 boxes in the kitchen have been unpacked, or relegated to the back room for storage purposes. Eric is waking up at 5:30 more often than not. Some days (like today) he wakes up at 4:30. Now I remember why I call my Blog "The Quest for Sleep." Once again, I am so tired it hurts.
This morning I took him into the dining room and fed him some yogurt and some cereal in the dull morning light. He refused dinner last night. I think it was a combination of the heat and the fact that it's way more fun to massage noodles into your hair than to eat them. So, I put him back to bed around five and he thrashed around in there for a half hour or so and then the light cracked through his blinds and it was all over. Rich got up and took him to the park while I slept fitfully. I dreamt I was riding in a car in the dark with an open sun-roof. There was a space-shuttle above us and other NASA equipment doing acrobatics in the night sky. For some reason, I was the only one in the car who was impressed by this.
Eric's teachers said he threw his lunch on the floor yesterday as well. So, I sent him off to school today with some tortelini and ragu in his trusty thermos. Hopefully he'll eat a little more today, and nap a little less and we'll be back on track and he'll wake up closer to six. I'd put a black-out shade in his room, but we need to leave it cracked for the fan and it kind of defeats the purpose. His room is by far the darkest in the house, but the sun is so bright by five that he can see it. Once that happens, it's over.
Sigh.
We are settling into our temporary digs for the summer. The 47 boxes in the kitchen have been unpacked, or relegated to the back room for storage purposes. Eric is waking up at 5:30 more often than not. Some days (like today) he wakes up at 4:30. Now I remember why I call my Blog "The Quest for Sleep." Once again, I am so tired it hurts.
This morning I took him into the dining room and fed him some yogurt and some cereal in the dull morning light. He refused dinner last night. I think it was a combination of the heat and the fact that it's way more fun to massage noodles into your hair than to eat them. So, I put him back to bed around five and he thrashed around in there for a half hour or so and then the light cracked through his blinds and it was all over. Rich got up and took him to the park while I slept fitfully. I dreamt I was riding in a car in the dark with an open sun-roof. There was a space-shuttle above us and other NASA equipment doing acrobatics in the night sky. For some reason, I was the only one in the car who was impressed by this.
Eric's teachers said he threw his lunch on the floor yesterday as well. So, I sent him off to school today with some tortelini and ragu in his trusty thermos. Hopefully he'll eat a little more today, and nap a little less and we'll be back on track and he'll wake up closer to six. I'd put a black-out shade in his room, but we need to leave it cracked for the fan and it kind of defeats the purpose. His room is by far the darkest in the house, but the sun is so bright by five that he can see it. Once that happens, it's over.
Sigh.
posted by Margaret at 10:58 AM
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