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| Dreams of Latches Danced Through Her Head | | Date Created: Sep 11, 2006, 02:49 PM |
The weather's been a little milder so even James has been able to play outside more. I love watching them play in the backyard because this is where their imagination really goes wild. George likes to put animals in the trees (bushes) and then have other animals (they're all "frens", of course) save them when they fall. He also likes to pick mushrooms and for some reason he always says there's a baby inside the mushrooms. I don't know if he says this because he's been eating them and they are THAT kind of mushroom or what. I asked him what kind of baby and he said, "Baby mushroom!" James likes to march march march and play follow the leader. John and George pretty much lap him around the yard but James doesn't seem to mind. He has his own pace and his own rhythm. John likes to "fight Captain Hook!" which means knocking the heck out of the tree trunk with his baseball bat. The other day I suggested they be the Three Blind Mice for Halloween and I could be the farmer's wife, but John said he was going to be Peter Pan, James wants to be Captain Hook, George wants to be Michael, and I get to be Wendy. They said Will was going to be Smee, who is Hook's fat flunkey.
So there's the good news. That AND this is the first week of school with its regular schedule. We've implemented another big change to make this week into Hell Week or as I like to call it "Learning the system." The "system" is getting the boys dressed before breakfast, going to school, coming home for nap, and then latching their doors shut. That's right. After a weekend from Hell, for most people that's Mondays or maybe a whole work week, but for us it was the weekend, we went to Lowe's and got latches to put on the outside of the doors so the boys can't get out of their rooms. Last night was the first night with the latches. I really thought John was going to pull the whole door apart or at least crack it with all the force he put into pulling it and shutting it the best he could. But at some point he gave up and when we snuck in there later he was alseep in his bed with the blankets on top of him. I don't know why it amazed me that he tucked himself in properly but it did. I expected him to be passed out on the other side of the door. I wonder at which point he said to himself, "Looks like they aren't coming and this door isn't coming down. Guess I'll just get in the bed and catch some Z's." Anyway, he still did his latest trick last night which is waking up kicking and screaming and shouting, "No! No! No! Daddy! Daddy!" so that if anyone could hear him it would sound as if Will were torturing him. So we wake up and go down there and force him back into bed. This has been happening every night for the last week or so at about 1:00 and then maybe 3:00 in the morning. We are all feeling the ill effects of missing sleep. So last night Will laid down the law again and latched John back in and he screamed and fought it but finally went to sleep. Tonight when he screams and fusses we aren't even going down there. After a few nights I'm hoping he'll stop waking up at all. I don't get enough sleep as it is. Will can tell you I have been extremely grumpy lately and I think it's because of missing sleep. Even after John shuts up it takes forever for ME to calm down and go back to sleep. I'm anxious, tense, amd, and wide awake. I'm wondering if we're ever going to be able to sleep through the night again, I'm wondering if the next morning John is going to be unmanageable because of his lack of sleep, wondering if the teachers are going to think the boys are bad, and then I start to wonder about all the regular stuff just because I'm awake: money and geting fat. Right now, though, it's naptime and John is asleep. George and James are awake but pretty quiet.
So there's a little update. I'll write more later this week. I really think this week could be a breakthrough. They're going to resist the tighter schedule and the latches at first but by the end of the week they'll be under my thumb! Right? |
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