Last night...

Last night went like this..


-Hayden down for bed at 9.

-Hayden up at 10:30, found him all sweaty on the floor, put him back in bed, he went right back to sleep.

-Hayden up at 1:40. Started screaming right away and kicking. We watched him for a minute hoping it would stop. It didn't, so I went over and followed what some of the articles said to do (not pick them up, or try to hold them down because it will prolong it.) He started hurting himself, so I brought him on the bed with us and we just watched him and tried saying calming things. And then he kicked me really hard in the stomach and I leaned over and he pulled a huge chunk of my hair and started scratching. Andrew had to literally pry his fingers off of me. I finally couldn't handle it anymore, so I flipped on the light, picked him up and started bouncing with him and we were talking about Spongebob, and waved to his spongebob pillow and we talked about happy things he likes, and asked if he wanted a drink and he snapped out of it really fast. We tried to get him to go back down, but he was wide awake. So we took him to the living room and read him some books, and kept the lights dimmed, hoping he would want to sleep again, but he didn't. So we watched spongebob until 5am while Andrew slept a shift. Then I brought him to bed, and he slept until 8, and then woke up doing the same thing.. (ARRRRRG) and he drank a bottle, fought us a bit, and then went down until 10am. I wouldn't say it was worse, because he wasn't screaming for a straight three hours, and instead we got to cuddle and spend time together, but I think it was longer than the other nights, and we definitely had less sleep.

On another note, I wrote my dad a nasty letter and taped it to the coffee maker. It basically summed up how Andrew and I are feeling about him suddenly 'giving up' and not taking feeding or buying food for his animals, not paying his cell bill, not paying his half of the utilities, spending the paycheck that was supposed to be on his car payment last payday on other crap, so he has to pay it this time and rent has to wait until the 5th. That's BS. We have NO money, and we still are scraping and finding a way to pay rent on time. He should do the same thing. I also wrote to him about how horrible it was that he left my sister at school the other night and never showed up to pick her up, and then IMed me on face book to ask if I could pick her up 40 minutes late because he was too drunk to drive home and he was at his sisters. He's totally letting us down and at this time in our life, with everything going on, we DON'T need that extra stress.


On a more positive note, when Hayden was up last night, I walked away to go to the bathroom and I swore I heard a voice with him. I walked back in and he had called his Gabba (my mom.) She was up because she's in Atlanta right now and they are 3 hours ahead of us. She told me she won her Pat Benatar contest, and received prize money and everyone was coming up to her freaking out because of how good her voice is. I'm glad she won. She deserves it. I miss her and hope she comes home safely tonight.