Lately Roan has been coming upstairs around 10pm and saying he can’t sleep at all. It occasionally happened before, but recently it’s frequency has dramatically increased. One night last week, he came up and said “Mom, I can’t sleep. I’m just too pumped!”. She sent him down to sit with me while I killed zombies with my brother and friends online, hoping he’d get tired and fall asleep. It worked eventually, but he was up until almost 3am, and had school the next day.
Saturday night apparently was a similar situation. He was at his father’s house, and was up almost the entire night, getting only 3 hours of sleep, between 3am and 6am. He didn’t yawn once the entire next day while we were at the Monster Jam. Not even in the car. We got home around 8:30pm (his bed time on a school night) and he was wired. We let him stay up until 9, then told him to go to bed. Shortly after Gage went to bed, Roan came up and laid down with Holly because he wasn’t tired. They started watching a Garfield movie, but when Holly started to doze off, she told him to go down and watch in his room while lying in bed. He watched the entire thing then came down to sit with me while I played games again.
I was extremely tired from the long day we had, and was ready to pass out myself. I turned the games off, and Roan and I looked at pictures and videos from the Monster Jam. He was still wide awake, and super hyper and it was now 2am on a Sunday. I told him to come lay on the couch and watch Hot Fuzz with me. I lasted 15 minutes before blacking out. I woke up only when I heard him run up the stairs and go get some toys in his room. I went up to see what he was up to, and as soon as he saw me he said “That movie was sooo awesome Eric! There was so many really cool parts!”. He said it so loud I thought he was going to wake everyone else up. I brought him upstairs and he climbed in bed with Holly and I. He finally fell asleep around 5:30am.
The next day I woke him up around 9:45am to make sure he didn’t sleep all day, and he said he was fine to go to school. I asked if he was sure, and he said yes. Holly called the school and I told him to go get ready because they were expecting him for 10:30. He said, “Okay! but then… Nazi Zombies?!?!?”, with a huge grin on his face and one finger pointing straight in the air. I told him we didn’t have time, and promised to play with him when he got home. I walked him to school, and the whole way there I was thinking about how fun it would have been to stay home and kill zombies with him all day.
Last night Holly got some melatonin for him, for nights when he can’t sleep or is “too pumped”.
