He slept until about 7:30, then he woke up vomiting again.
I have him ensconced in his college sister's vacated bed.
With a bucket.
And a box of tissue.
I think I'm just past the point of being able to constructively go back to bed for a bit. I got up when the alarm went off at 6:30, and now it's just gone 8:00...I have a breakfast date for 10:00, and there are cinnamon buns rising in the oven until 8:30 or 9:00. I'll need to shower and be ready to leave by 9:45, but ready to start the car around 9:30 as, Baby, it's cold outside. (note to self: remember to unplug the cord before you leave)
I don't mind getting up early. In fact, I've been doing it all week and I think I rather prefer it to sleeping in and feeling half out of it all day. I've been keeping to my self-inflicted regime since Sunday past, and it's been going pretty well. Randall noticed on Wednesday morning when he left for his early morning prayer meeting and I was at the door to kiss him good-bye. Why did you get up at 6:30? he asked. I didn't, I said. I got up at 6:15 and I've been doing it since Sunday. Two days later Hillary noticed. She regularly leaves a note in the bathroom, above the toilet paper dispenser, asking me to wake her when I'm done in the shower. Friday she wanted to be awakened before I had my shower so she could do a little more studying for that day's term finals. I misunderstood, and knocked on her door to tell her it was 6:30, and it was before my shower. She wanted to know what I was doing up at 6:30 this morning, and I said I've been up at 6:15 a.m. every day this week. I think that's when she realized why I've been getting so grouchy at 10:00 p.m. when I'm still trying to go to bed and my children are keeping me from it.
Why the new schedule?
A week ago Wednesday I saw the Doctor, and learned that I'd "failed" the glucose-tolerance test. He put me on a small dose of an insulin substitute. Half a pill two times a day. The Pharmacist said as close to every 12 hours as you can manage, to be taken with food.
I'm no rocket scientist, but I know that our bodies like routine, and I know that my body doesn't like to eat late at night, and I know that this pill will probably work best for me if it's every 12 hours, give or take 15 minutes. The first few days I took it at breakfast, but it kept getting pushed back and by Friday I wasn't able to eat til after everyone left for school. This meant waiting til almost 9:30 Friday night to take the next pill.
I rebelled against my own system, and decided to make a change. I didn't take a pill Saturday morning, starting over again after Supper Saturday, around 6:30. I set the alarm for 6:15 Sunday morning and I've been getting up at that time all week. Sunday seemed like a long day, and I must admit that I was in bed by 7:30 Sunday night. And sleeping.
It's been pretty good. I'm still working on the going to bed end of it, though. I might need a nap today.