He sleeps for a few hours and then is awake and making noises.
Pacing the floor. Humming. Head banging. Door slamming. Making his echolalic phrases "ah starrr eee jush one" over and over and over a-flipping-gain. Grinding the lever down on his magnetic drawer. Going back and forth to the toilet. Opening my door and yelling "phone" (as he wants my I phone). Stamping around with all the grace of a trained herd of elephants doing a Bonnie Langford course on tap dancing and running when they see Lionel Blair wanting to join in ( you have to be over 30 to know who they are!)
And ulitmately waking my other two children up, plus the dogs who join in with their very own chorus of 'see how many times your tail can bang the wall before she tells us to shut up'.
When school is back from term holidays (and bank holidays and Royal Weddings) I am on that phone to the paediatrician and demanding more than the sleep clinic farce of
Oh and what is that I see aloft in the sky at night? Is is a moon? Is it becoming full? Oh fantastic! Hello sleepless nights and moody days.
Sorry for the sacrastic nature of this entry but come on, we have been enduring this sleeplessness for years and no-one, not even the 'professionals' are bothered to help. Sarcasm is a coping method rather than banging my own head against a wall and joining in with J.
