Thursday, August 18, 2016
Operation Sandman, Night 2 Update: Well #@$&%!!*&
Mr F woke up at 230. I checked with him, helped him lay back down and sat in the chair in the hall reading.
At 250, he was almost asleep but wanted to move to the floor.
At 310 he was asleep and I started to stand up and head to bed but the CHAIR CREAKED LIKE AN OLD HOUSE IN A HURRICANE AND WOKE HIM UP.
*sighs, heads back to Buzzfeed*
UPDATE 330 AM I have moved to the floor & am planning class action suit against chairs.
UPDATE 406 AM: No sound or movement from bed for 36 minutes. Left leg completely numb. I got up to close the door. There was a tiny creak. He's back up. I'm back down.
UPDATE 510 AM: I broke down and we took a ride to calm him down. It didn't. He's laying in his bed, occasionally mumbling to himself or hitting his head. When we got back from the ride, Mr Bunches briefly woke up.
"Dad," he said. "Are you back?"
I said I was.
"I'm sure glad you're back," he said.
"Me, too," I agreed.
After about 20 seconds, he said quietly:
"Dad, when I get up in the morning can I play with my Legos?"
I said he could.
UPDATE 530 AM. I am making coffee. Mr F is upstairs in his room, upset and trying to calm down. Mr Bunches has woken back up and is watching videos on a tablet from his bed. Going to be a long day.