David has been in placement at the psychiatric residential treatment facility (PRTF) for 6 weeks. I still find myself keeping odd hours like I am keeping track of what he is doing in the middle of the night. In the evening I doze a bit, and then am up half the night as per the routine when he was home. Prior to his return home last January, he was gone for more than two years and I still had this pattern of sleep. Up in the middle of the night, sleep during the day. I find that I have a difficult time sleeping in a regular bed. Even when I stay in hotels I tend to sleep on the couch rather than the bed. Too bad hotels don’t have rooms with just a couch, a tv, and a bathroom. I don’t need the bed. I am not sure what the
Today was a most excellent day. We had a brief tantrum right before bed, but he had a busy day. We got up. Had breakfast. Then. We started in the garage. Dug out the mower. So that he could get started mowing. While he was mowing where I was planning to work on windows today, I loaded the truck with the tools I needed for the day. Lunch was an easy snack. Although he did disappear on occasion to get some light snack. All the while that mower was running. He did a really good job, and only missed a couple of spots. Because he did so well, I moved some things around so that he could use his basketball hoop. Only to have him remember that his basketball was deflated, and he had thrown the needle in his fit of rage nearly two weeks ago. So he had some
I have some difficulties. I am so used to being up all night with him that even when he isn’t home, I can’t sleep. Odd, it even happens if I am staying in hotels. There, though, I invariably end up stripping the bed and sleeping on the couch in the room if there is one. When David was in placement for two years, I still had difficulties with sleeping at night. Sucks, wasting perfectly good sleep time by being awake. You know. When I was in the U.S. Army, i could fall asleep as quick as I could shut my truck down. A 15 minute snooze was like an hour or two of sleep. Not so much any more, and maybe that is starting to affect my health in different ways. Not sure. Ah well. Today is a good day. Tonight I will get to visit David. I miss him.