Sometimes I wonder if we will have a normal night of sleep, ever again. It certainly doesn’t feel like it. I’m sitting outside the door of Josiah’s room, waiting for sleep to come. It’s 3:22 am. Though I hear him yawn more than once, I know it could be quite a long time yet before Josiah settles down to sleep.
The late night hours seem to energize him some how. We joke that he’s nocturnal. Sitting in the quiet stillness of the dark and listening to his frenzied activity, I almost believe it. Josiah’s energy level greatly increases as the sun goes down. It’s as if he is unable to calm himself down enough to sleep. Instead of winding down, his body revs up.
We moved into our home almost 8 years ago. When we did, we bought a large kitchen table with 8 chairs to accommodate all 7 of us. They looked something like this. Within the first year, Josiah broke all 8 chairs.
Navigating a public restroom with Josiah is quite an experience. For starters, there is no urine deflector which means you’d better get out of the splash zone rather quickly.