A typical conversation at bedtime:
“I’m sick for the school tomorrow,” Tony announces as I tuck his weighted blanket in on top of him.
“What about Rachel? She will miss you”, I say smiling.
“He’s sick.” (pronouns are still hard for him)
“SHE’S not sick, silly. What about Michelle? She’ll miss you too”
“SHE’S sick”, I say —- yet again —– as I correct him.
“YES! He’s sick! Are you nuts?” (a lovely phrase he now uses at all times when he doesn’t like what I have to say. And now he’s testing my patience…)
“Well, what about Rob and Nick?”, I ask.
“Sick. And sick.”
“Hmmm… Well, then… we can’t go to see Marni tomorrow. That’s a bummer.” (Marni cuts his hair - she’s very pretty — and he loves her)
“How ’bout school?” (I smile and leave the room)
(10 minutes later…)
“Mommy! Mommy! Can you hear me?” he yells as he knocks on the wall. (he only calls me Mommy when he wants something)
“Yes, Tony. What do you need?” I say loudly through the wall.
“Good night, Mommy. (pause) Mommy? Mooommmmy? Come in here now, PLEASE!”
I get out of bed and walk in his room…. “Yes?”, I sigh
“Go see Marni?” he whispers.
“Yes, Tony… We’ll see Marni tomorrow. Go to sleep now” I say shutting the door.
(5 mins later)
“Mommy? Moooommmy?” He says loudly as he knocks on the wall… again.
“GOOD NIGHT, TONY!” I say with my best patient hat on.
“Good night, Mommy!”
This continues for a bit and he finally falls asleep.
(I’m seriously considering some sleep medication… for ME!)