Does one ever achieve balance with a parcel of special needs children? Ever?
The Boy has been sleeping through the night this week thanks to The Big City Doctor and his prescription. Yesterday I phoned Iris/Virus from work at 10 am and made her take his pulse because he was still asleep. He was not thrilled.
You pray for sleep and when it comes through chemistry you are checking respiration's and carotid pulses. Are we ever happy?
Last night he heads to bed and says, "Do not wake me up in the morning."
This from The Boy who hasn't slept through the night in a year and hasn't napped in 8 years and would never, ever admit he was sleepy even if he was asleep.
I've died and gone to heaven.
And the new attitude? I'm not sure I know who this boy is. Calm. Sweet. Cooperative.
Alien abduction aside it's got to be the sleep.
Someone asked how come it took so long to get him on some medication when the sleep deprivation was so severe? I believe I present my self as being a tad too calm and therefore the severity of the issue must have been minimized in the eyes of The Big City Doctor.
This time me screeching, "We are in crisis!" and "I'm going to drop him off at a fire station!" got the ball rolling. The wracking sobs helped, too.
Today we went to school orientation for The Boy. Mrs. Needs-To-Be-Canonized was canonized over the summer and crowned the principal. The Boy was not happy to lose his favorite teacher until he met his new teacher a cute, new graduate who Mrs. M observed was only slightly older than The Boy.
"I think I have a crush." he sighs.
And do you remember your new teachers name? (I do because I wrote it on a bank envelope. Miss Zulinski)
I'll give you a hint.....Miss Zooooooooo
"Miss Zookeeper!" he shouts.
No sweetie. Not her job description. Her name.