When Spane got up this morning, he complained that his headache was really bad, but that it had moved to the other side, above the left eye brow. I gave him a Midrin, let him rest, and then told him I would call Amber if he would finish his chores, which included taking out the trash, cleaning up the clothes he left in the bathroom, and doing the dishes. I am very proud of him - he actually washed all the dishes and the glasses! Good boy!
I got Spane up at 7:00 this morning, he took a shower and we were out the door by 7:15, on our way to the bus stop to catch the number 4 to Brand.
We stopped at the gas station and got Spane a pop-tart and me a coke. Breakfast of champions!
We took the number 12 to the Burbank train station, and got on the Burbank Blue Bus going to our destination. Our appointment was pretty quick, only go get some paperwork to give to Spane's doctor.
Then, we were both hungry, and I suggested we eat hot dogs from 7-11 which was on the corner. I got one of those hamburger roll-ups, and a brownie. Spane got a bag of barbecue chips and a milk.
We had a picnic waiting for the bus and shared our food. Finally, the bus came, and we took it to transfer to the next bus in Burbank.
As we were traveling down Brand, I asked Spane if he would like to go to Barnes and Noble, and he said yes. As we got off the bus, I saw that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II was playing across the street. I decided we should see how much it would be.
Here was a surprise - an elderly gentleman said that it was $5.00 for seniors today only. I walked up to the window and asked how much, and the girl said, "5.00 for senior and 8.50 for the child". I asked if I would have to provide proof, and she said, "No, I'm trusting you", so I gave her the money, and we got our tickets. What can I say? I'm 54 years old, when I was in my twenties, I thought people over 30 had one foot in the grave.
Finally, Voldemort is dead. I wonder if this will become "Voldemort is still dead", as in Generalíssimo Francisco Franco is still dead. My goodness, I really am showing me age!
Spane enjoyed the movie, although there were a few places that were scary for him. Then I took him to the play area at the Americana, and he played in the sand until it was time to go see his therapist.
We arrived at the therapist, I told her that I was so thrilled because we had not had voices for two days. I also told her this might be because I was not being stringent on bed time, but that he was going to bed really late, and sometimes not getting up until noon. That's okay for now, but it's going to be a problem when school starts.
When I went into the lobby to wait, Spane and his therapist played Uno. I hear she won - but that will probably be the last time, he's really good!
We had run out of milk, and the supermarket is one block next to the therapist. On the way there, I passed a mint plant in a hotel's shrubbery and asked the owner if I could have a cutting. He said yes, and gave me almost a whole plant! It's peppermint, not spearmint - lovely.
When we got to the store, we had filled our shopping cart when I heard someone calling Spane's name. It was Noelle and Zeik. Amber and the kids gave us a ride home, and Zeik stayed for dinner before he had to go home.
After dinner, I asked Spane to do the dishes, but he said he was too tired. I didn't blame him. I fully intended to do the dishes after I watched Through the Worm Hole, but I fell sleep and didn't wake up until 3:00am. Spane was asleep at the computer, so I woke him up, and got into our bed.
It was a good day, AND a good night!
Thank God, no voices again tonight. Spane spent most of the day on the new bike that Stevie procured for him - he's excited because it's a big bike and it has a kick stand. Since he was a good boy all day, I left him get on the computer at 10:00pm. At 12:00 he asked for pain medication because his headache was pretty bad.
I made the mistake of doing the dishes late, so I wasn't sleepy until 3:00, and that's when Spane finally went to sleep.
I'm sort of okay with that - if he's not sleepy, I'm not going to force him.
Here's a new thing - Spane has to start using deodorant because he now had ripe armpits. This doesn't surprise me that much, I started when I was four in Germany. It's okay, he will learn early about personal freshness!
When we got ready to go to Mass there was a problem. My purse could not be found anywhere. We looked and looked, and we could not go because that purse had my wallet, with all my information, and money, and cards, etc. So, we did not make it to Mass - have to go to Confession about that one1. By the time Josef came at 2:30, we had still not found the purse.
The only place I could think of was to look under Maria's bed, and I asked Spane to do this since it's a lot easier for a little person to look under things. Boy, did he give me a hard time about that, every excuse in the book. Finally, since we were making so much noise, Maria went into the bathroom and found the purse under clothes in the hamper where Spane had hit it on Thursday, July 28, 2011.
I was really, really mad by that time, and I told Spane that no matter what he was not ever to touch my purse, or any lady's purse for that matter! I also told him he was on Yellow for acting the way he did when we were trying to find the purse.
When we arrived he seemed pretty sleepy, and sure enough, he fell asleep at the table while I went to another table to talk with other volunteers. He slept soundly almost all the way through the event.
Almost at the end of the event, Spane started to cry in his sleep. Luckily, I was right there, and went to him and he said he was dreaming that people were trying to shoot him! I held through the rest of the event, and we were nice enough to get a ride home from one of the other volunteers.
After we got home, and were going to the store to get some milk, I asked Spane about the nightmare, and he said that he was in a large sports field and he was being shot at. He said there was no where to hide, and he was really scared. He didn't know why anyone was shooting him, and could not think of why anyone would want to shoot him.
This might sound crazy on my part, but I can't help but think he might be sharing someone else's dream, like maybe his father. There were a few times I was able to share a nightmare, a couple of times with Douglas, and once with an old boyfriend, Gary. It's very frightening, because there you are happily in your own dream when suddenly someone turns the channel and you are in someone else's dream.
We played a game of Crazy Eights, and tried to play a game of Gin Rummy, but were thwarted on that because Rolo kept wanting to be pet.
Spane had a mild head ache, and I gave him his medication. I did not expect him to go to sleep because he had slept at the event. I went to sleep at midnight, and he was asleep beside me this morning.
1 Confession if really good for the soul, please see my views on the Sacrament of Reconciliation
