Well, it was bound to happen and there are those who will say I jinxed myself…
Nik was awake from midnight until two this morning. PLAYING.
It wasn’t exactly the blissful night’s sleep I envisioned when I wrote this post. Still, it wasn’t his usual thrashing, kicking, screaming middle-of-the-night melodrama either. And I didn’t even have to sit with him! I simply promised him I’d be here in the morning and he let me go —with something akin to ease.
I’d call that progress in a strange sort of way. While it was an amusing two hours —replete with serenades of laughter, clapping, and songs —it was nice to finally drift off to sleep listening to the quiet stillness of the house.
I have to wonder how much of last night’s play-fest was driven by the fact that we never got out of the house due to the weather; Nik didn’t get nearly enough gross motor activity yesterday. The sun is shining today and I’m going to try to get Nik to the park at some point to burn off some of his energy.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Excerpt from “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” ~ Robert Frost