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Sunday revelations
May. 31st, 2026 11:00 pmFor the second in as many nights A. was screaming in distress at 3ish in the morning. This just isn’t sustainable, so I decided to do some real digging into making sure I really understood what was going on, because we’ve got her food intake earlier in the day and stabilized in a way that should have (and did) address any likely gas. Neither one of us is overjoyed with the character of her output, shall we say, but it also isn’t any kind of medicalizable situation and we aren’t treating it with anything either, so I really don’t think that’s the issue (it is contributing to the time spend in the loo).
I puttered. Which is to say that I started methodically cleaning and doing laundry and things of that nature. I figured if I wasn’t rage cleaning, then probably A. would participate and we’d have a nice time and she would chat. But she was really lethargic, and I kept losing her to her phone, so I said she had to stop with the phone.
It turns out that in addition to delaying bedtime until Very Very Late (we were starting the nagging to do routine stuff before bed around 9 pm, and she still wasn’t in bed lights out until after midnight), she wasn’t actually falling asleep. So the 3ish moaning/screaming was not someone _waking up_ distressed. It was someone running out of rope distressed. Welp. That changes things. We figured out what she needed to get done during the day, and I started planning for a nap, hopefully around 2 pm. That did not happen. It also did not happen at 4 pm. But she did get into bed with me before 10 pm, and I fell asleep, snored, and she switched to her own bed before midnight and stayed asleep.
Progress.
I did get to zoom with I. which was delightful, altho she apparently had some youthful type overindulgence with a friend. I’m sorry she felt like crap after, but also I’m kind of jealous that she got hammer with a friend drinking homemade margs and talking. Awesome stuff.
R. did family zoom with his mom and aunt. Yay! I poked my head in and waved.
I puttered. Which is to say that I started methodically cleaning and doing laundry and things of that nature. I figured if I wasn’t rage cleaning, then probably A. would participate and we’d have a nice time and she would chat. But she was really lethargic, and I kept losing her to her phone, so I said she had to stop with the phone.
It turns out that in addition to delaying bedtime until Very Very Late (we were starting the nagging to do routine stuff before bed around 9 pm, and she still wasn’t in bed lights out until after midnight), she wasn’t actually falling asleep. So the 3ish moaning/screaming was not someone _waking up_ distressed. It was someone running out of rope distressed. Welp. That changes things. We figured out what she needed to get done during the day, and I started planning for a nap, hopefully around 2 pm. That did not happen. It also did not happen at 4 pm. But she did get into bed with me before 10 pm, and I fell asleep, snored, and she switched to her own bed before midnight and stayed asleep.
Progress.
I did get to zoom with I. which was delightful, altho she apparently had some youthful type overindulgence with a friend. I’m sorry she felt like crap after, but also I’m kind of jealous that she got hammer with a friend drinking homemade margs and talking. Awesome stuff.
R. did family zoom with his mom and aunt. Yay! I poked my head in and waved.