A study in sleep deprivation.

It seems to me that my son is a budding scientist. This month he appears to be performing a sleep deprivation study. You see, he has been waking up anywhere between 11PM and 3AM most every day this month. We've made some interesting discoveries thanks to his research. For example, it only took a week to train myself to wake by 3AM. In fact, I have started waking on my own before he wakes. Also, I no longer feel tired when I wake at a ludicrously early hour. I do, however feel like I'm going to pass out from exhaustion by 6PM. It is rather frustrating when your child gets on such an odd sleep schedule, but you have to adapt. The first few days of this sleep pattern I just kept telling my son to close his eyes and go back to sleep. After about a week I was telling him to just sit still and stop making noise so I could sleep. Then at some point I just started getting up when he did and going to bed when he did. It's so much easier to just roll with it. He's actually getting more than enough sleep, he's just doing it on a new schedule. So I change my routine to suit his needs. And on that note, I need to get to bed so I can get up at 3.

First post! XD

Well, this is it. The first post. I've tried to think of something witty or clever to say, but I've got nothing. So, I will start by explaining what this blog is for. This blog is where I will vent. This blog is where I will try to share useful tips and experience with others. This blog is about my life. It's about me. About my son. It's about all the things that matter to me. I will try to post regularly, but life is hectic so I make no guarantees. It's very hard for me to put my thoughts into words sometimes. There's just to much going on in my head all at once. Right now is a perfect example of that, I'm nervous and excited and anxious and depressed and happy and sad and angry all at once. I'm planning a trip, you see. Next month I will be taking my son to spend Christmas with his dad. My son is autistic, so a trip like this (we'll be driving halfway across the country to get there) requires intense planning. We're driving for many reasons: plane tickets are too expensive, my son has never been in a plane, in a car I have control of when we stop, to name a few. It's going to be a long trip. It 25 hours drive time plus the time for stops to stretch and sleep.  I'm not sure how long we'll stay, that really depends on how things go when we get there, I suppose. It seems like time is dragging along so slowly now. The closer we get to our trip the slower time seems to go. Normally it would be the opposite-time rushes by leading up to big events-but this time is different. It's different because this time there are serious topics I must discuss with my son's father, and I just want to get it over with. But these are not things to discuss via phone or internet. These are in person topics. So I have to wait. And the waiting makes me anxious because I keep playing possible scenarios out in my head. Mostly bad ones. The sleep deprivation isn't helping- lately my son has been waking at 3 in the morning. But that's a topic for another time.