(no subject)
Aug. 6th, 2010 07:49 pmSo, Ralph's fiancee brought her grandson up for the weekend. At some point, my mother volunteered me to help him with his reading comprehension, since he doesn't have any. Which, you know, fine. I'm not thrilled with being volunteered to do something that I don't really know how to do, and "It'll be fine! :D You're great with little kids! :D" is not particularly comforting.
No joke. I wanted to say, "Uhm, that's not how this works," but I figured I'd at least give it a try. It never hurts to try, right? And at the very least, I'd keep him from irritating the hell out of the neurotypical members of the household.
Then he got here. Turns out in addition to his reading comprehension/ADHD problems, he also has night terrors. So the first night he was here, he woke up screaming at about two. Once I was more awake, I felt really bad for him. I still do. The worst part of it is, he doesn't even remember what he saw. That's such a fucked-up thing for a nine year old kid to deal with.
So last night, Marge left him a nightlight and also left my bathroom light on. As far as I know, that did the trick for him.
Unfortunately for me, just about the only thing I require (apart from medicinal help) to fall asleep is darkness. Not "near darkness". Not "mostly darkness." I mean I need the room to be pitch black. I stopped using regular alarm clocks because they keep me awake -- and even the teeny tiny light HK-47 makes when he's charging can keep me up, if I'm in an insomnia cycle.
So between his nightlight, the bathroom light, and the family of mice throwing some kind of goddamn mouse disco in my air vent, I didn't get to sleep until around four. I know I was awake at three thirty. And then I got up at six.
( TL;DR: HughesNet licks syphilitic donkey balls and I still haven't completed my download of Mint )
No joke. I wanted to say, "Uhm, that's not how this works," but I figured I'd at least give it a try. It never hurts to try, right? And at the very least, I'd keep him from irritating the hell out of the neurotypical members of the household.
Then he got here. Turns out in addition to his reading comprehension/ADHD problems, he also has night terrors. So the first night he was here, he woke up screaming at about two. Once I was more awake, I felt really bad for him. I still do. The worst part of it is, he doesn't even remember what he saw. That's such a fucked-up thing for a nine year old kid to deal with.
So last night, Marge left him a nightlight and also left my bathroom light on. As far as I know, that did the trick for him.
Unfortunately for me, just about the only thing I require (apart from medicinal help) to fall asleep is darkness. Not "near darkness". Not "mostly darkness." I mean I need the room to be pitch black. I stopped using regular alarm clocks because they keep me awake -- and even the teeny tiny light HK-47 makes when he's charging can keep me up, if I'm in an insomnia cycle.
So between his nightlight, the bathroom light, and the family of mice throwing some kind of goddamn mouse disco in my air vent, I didn't get to sleep until around four. I know I was awake at three thirty. And then I got up at six.
( TL;DR: HughesNet licks syphilitic donkey balls and I still haven't completed my download of Mint )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}