Next | Previous

10/05/05 14:37:07 - Quiet Time

Aren didn’t think he was tired at all. Every time MaryBeth would tell me over the phone that Aren is really tired, you’d hear Aren pipe up, “No, I’m not!” Of course, that’s a little bit like someone telling you they have a sense of humor. The more they say it, the less true it is.
Aren went to sleep last night at about 9:00 PM. Pretty normal so far, right? Well, he woke up at about midnight needing to use the bathroom, so he called a nurse to help untangle him from all his tubes so he could go take care of business. The nurse got him back in bed, and Aren (who has a special… ummm... affinity for the pretty nurses) decided that it was time to chat. So, he kept the nurse in there for as long as she could afford to be away from her other patients, just talking up a storm.

Finally, she had to leave to take care of the rest of her work and said goodbye to Aren. For him, this apparently meant that it was time to turn on the Nintendo.

(Before any of you start shaking your heads and thinking what a bad nurse she is, I want to tell you that we have informed the nursing staff that as far as bedtime routines, we don’t care. We figure he’ll sleep when he’s tired. And before you start wagging your fingers at us, saying that we’re bad parents, I want to tell you to shut up. When your kid is stuck in the hospital for a bone marrow transplant for two months with nothing else to do, then we’ll talk.)

Aren played until about 2 or 3 in the morning, and fell asleep. He woke up at 7:00. So, we have a 5 ½ year old with about 6 or 7 hours of sleep – in blocks of 3 hours each. He’s been pretty tired ever since. As he says, when he doesn’t get enough sleep, he gets “crabby”. So he’s been rather whiny all day, and MaryBeth finally decided that he needed a nap. So quiet time was designated from 1:00 until 3:00 this afternoon. Aren, of course, didn’t think he was tired at all. Every time MaryBeth would tell me over the phone that Aren is really tired, you’d hear Aren pipe up in the background “No, I’m not!” Of course, that’s a little bit like someone telling you they have a sense of humor. The more they say it, the less true it is.

By 2:00 this afternoon, quiet time was already overdue, and Aren was getting crabbier and crabbier. So MaryBeth got up and turned off the TV, Nintendo and lights and told Aren it was time. Aren was quite displeased about this, but was still looking for any way out. “Can I at least listen to music?”

“No.”

So, Aren was distraught, MaryBeth laid down by him, and he finally gave up and went to sleep. About an hour later, Aren bolted upright in bed. “Mom, is quiet time over?”

“Yes, Aren, it is.”

“Oh, good.” Then he laid back down. MaryBeth expected him to sit back up with the remote control and start playing or watching TV again. Until he started to snore.

It’s a good thing he wasn’t tired. I’d hate to see what would happen if he actually were sleepy.


Did you like this article? Or not so much? Login to post your comments!

Comments

No comments yet

Add Comment

This item is closed, it's not possible to add new comments to it or to vote on it