When I don't get enough sleep, people ask me if I feel OK. My eyes hang in their sockets. My posture seems challenged. When my son does not get enough sleep, he believes he can fight it. He runs, jumps, flips, screams, you name it until he hits the wall. Then he cries, "I am tired". Then you move fast to get him ready for bed.
My son has allergies and I don't. I have no clue how awful this season is. Once my son lays flat in the bed, his nose and sinuses fill with stuff and he sneezes all night long. Misery desires company so sometimes he will call me into his bedroom just to let me know that his allergies are happening.
So I am trying all of the tricks - saline up the nose, diffuser with essential oils in his room, early bed time, etc. Some tricks work, others don't, but the reality is that my son is still sleep deprived. Cue behavior issues and hitting his Mom (me).
Tonight, he took something from a little girl in his class shortly after he saw me. He was made to apologize which took some doing. So once in the car, I told him that he was not getting any TV. He picked up a toy, threw it at my head that was attached to my body driving the car. The toy smashed against the windshield into pieces and my heart stopped beating for a second. Fury. Anger. Fury. Anger. My son could have killed me and wrecked the car. More fury. I sat there speechless scared about what would come out of my mouth. I drove home in silence. We talked about it at dinner, but it has taken me the entire night to recover from the shock of the event.
I am delighted that we are finally getting sleep now. I am ready for his body to calm down and to find peace. Our battles need to end. Overtired four year old boys who act out are wearing me down.