Sleep, Perchance to Dream...

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Blessed wonderful night. I needed to sleep last night and I did. Although I fell asleep with worry on my mind, as I lay snuggled against my boy, his body jerking and jumping with small seizures. Bald Man takes the night shift, because he is able to sleep through Little Man's seizures, while I can not. So last night, I slept like the dead and woke up this morning with new vigor. Which is a good thing, because the hours between 7:30 and 11:45 have been fraught with many difficulties. Little Man woke up in a horrid state, screaming, sobbing, hitting, name calling. Agh. All I can say is I was able to be more patient than I would have been without a good night's rest. After his shower I was laying down with him, holding him while he was sobbing that Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go, his favorite show was not on today. Who is the stupid that changed the morning lineup on the Family channel?? Come here and I would gladly strangle you! But I realized he was seizing, small jumping muscle seizures all over his body. Two Ativan and he was calmer and the seizures had subsided. I can tell when his ADHD meds kick in, about 11:30, because he is finally not pestering me every two seconds. Now I can take my shower, (at 12:30) and maybe get some cleaning done in prep for Brown Boy's arrival this weekend. (Brown Boy, for those newbies is our oldest's, Pygmy Child's boyfriend who hails from Florida.)
Thanks for the good thoughts, prayers, human sacrifice done in our behalf for a good night's sleep, I can't tell you how much I needed it and it happened! Yay. Maybe my Condelezza curse is wearing off?