Another Day....

It was a good day.  I rolled with the punches.  I"ve got to stop staying up like this.  Going to be early (11pm) is aversive and so is waking up at 7am when I've gone to bed at 2am, 5 nights in a row.  It's not a preferred activity.

Today is my brother's 47th birthday.  I"m so proud of him.  He's been sober for 25 years.  He loves his nephew but just can't wrap himself around his energy sometimes.  AND....the more tired C is, the more wound up he gets.....  Chinese food, buffets and 7:00pm.  Intresting combo.  Try a GFCF diet there.........

This week, C happened to be listening to country (Toby Keith - I want to talk about Me and Alan Jackson - Chatahoochee); dancing and singing.  It was really cute.  I send out a text regarding both songs (a day apart) and I get a text from my brother; #1 "God, I'm kidnapping my nephew when I get back from San Antonio and indoctrinating him...." #2 (after Alan Jackson) "Ya, know, when I hear about my nephew's musical choices, I get more disheartened by the minute.....Hey, maybe there's a country song in there somewhere..."  Atleast (for Uncle Rich's sake) C still likes "Werewolves" of London.

Well, we were at the sink again today.  I just don't get it.  I try and show him how to do stuff at the sink (rinsing a few dishes I may wash by hand - maybe I"m choosing the wrong time; don't know) and all he can zero in on is turing the water on, watching it be poured, dumped, filled, drained, bubbled, squirted, etc.

At one point today, he was spitting!!!????  What is that?  I know he was bored.  Poor guy.  After loosing so much sleep this week, we have been toast for him and just laid around.  Not motivated to do much of anything.  So, he would get into mischief.....so, back to the schedule and choosing activities for the day.

Ahhh. life can be nuts sometimes.

Well, I"m off for the night.  Have to get some sleep so I"ll make sense tomorrow.