Well, my idea that Spane would be okay without the Benedril was really, really wrong. What happened last night brought me right back to where we were in September of 2010 [read document]
Spane didn't feel good, probably because he's gotten the same cold that's been going around our group of friends. I thought he would probably go to bed early because of it.
At 8:30 pm Wednesday night, I asked Spane if he would like to play Mille Borne with me, and he said yes. I figured a short game, and then he would go to bed. We played, he lost.
There was a really good show on Nova, and Spane asked if he could stay up and watch it. I said if he was quiet, and sat on the sofa with me, and promised to go to bed at 10:00 pm, he could.
Of course, at 10:00 pm, he wanted to stay up more. He came up with every excuse in the book, he wasn't tired, he was hungry, and I just kept telling him to go to bed. Finally, I tried to give him some pain reliever thinking he had a headache.
He was resistant, so in trying to hold his mouth open, I mistakenly pulled his hair. He opened his mouth, I put the aspirin in, he spit it out and ran off to the kitchen.
I apologized, offered him more medicine, and then put a bag of frozen vegetables on his head. He wanted to lay on the sofa. I wanted him to go to bed. Finally, I relented and let him lay on the sofa with the bag on his head. I got him to take the aspirin. When he felt better, I told him to go to bed. He refused. He said it wasn't fair that he had to go to bed when I got to stay up as long as I wanted to.
I tried to explain to him that everyone needs a little wind down time before they go to bed, and that was what I wanted to do, and would join him soon. He wanted to sleep in the living room, I didn't want him to because I needed my wind down time, and I can't do that with him talking to me.
To appease him, I said I would go to bed with him right then, and I put on my pajamas and got a book to read. Of course, that was also a battle because he complained about the light. By this time, I was getting a little tired myself, so I got up and turned off the light.
Shades of last summer! Spane insisted on covering me with pillows and stuffed animals, laughing all the time. It was maniacal laugher. It was scaring me, and I felt powerless. He wasn't even getting any less hyper, in fact, it was increasing. Finally, I turned over and started tickling him. Then, when he couldn't take it anymore, he jumped up and went into the bathroom.
I got up, fixed the blankets, and laid down again. Spane came in, grabbed all the blankets and went back into the bathroom, saying he was going to sleep in there. I said fine, and shut my eyes.
A few minutes later, he came back with a blanket and covered me. He was crying. He was saying that he was a really bad child, and that he didn't deserve to have a blanket. I tried to comfort him, but he would not take a blanket, even though he said he was freezing. Then he said he didn't even deserve a bed, and left saying he was going to sleep on the floor in the living room.
That scared me to no end. He sounded so despondent I was afraid he might try to hurt himself.
I got up and followed him, reached down to him on the floor, and told him the everyone has bad days, and he just had a bad day. I told him he was a great kid, that I loved him very much. He still insisted that he was bad. I asked him to sit with me on the sofa, and when he did, I hugged him and kissed him, and tried to bring his spirits back.
By this time, it was 12:30 in the morning. He wasn't sleepy at all, and I was out of ideas. Then I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie, so we got Kung Fu Panda 2 on demand and watched that. We split a baloney sandwich, too.
I thought that he would fall asleep watching the movie, but it was me who found myself nodding towards the end. When it was over, I said I was going to bed. He didn't seem to be in any danger, so I thought it was okay to do that.
He got in bed with me, and hugged me, still not wanting a blanket. Then he told me that he didn't have any friends. He just sounded so sad. Finally, about 3:30 am, I heard him snoring.
He's home today because he really didn't feel good this morning at 8:30 when I tried to wake him up. He got up at 11:00 this morning, and looked sick. He's watching TV.
I'm going to the pharmacy and getting him some Benedril.
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