One of the mysteries of the past year has been that Big Guy periodically sleeps through the morning at school. We've eliminated the most likely causes, like the possibility that he's up in the middle of the night playing computer games, or that he's not getting to bed early enough. It's still a problem. Last spring he slept through fully 1/3 of his first two periods at school. Soundly.
Last week Big Guy went to a new ENT, who prescribed a new nasal steroid (which hopefully won't make him psychotic, like the last one). The ENT also wants to schedule a sleep study. And because Big Guy's sinuses are chronically stuffed -- he can't smell anything, ever -- the other day he went to an allergist.
Now, I believe God knows what He's doing. But I want to know: why would an omniscient being place a child with severe dust allergies in my house? And why would that child, who is highly anxious and easily distraught, find having a dog (to which he's apparently also violently allergic) so comforting? And why...
Ah, yes. Well. It did provide an excuse to purge the boys' room. The allergist's to-do list goes on for two pages, and though only half of that will happen, it will take a week or more. I logged three hours on it today.
Many items have been tossed. Many, many items have been cleaned. The carpet has been triple-vacuumed.
The dog is staying. But he did get a bath.
Anyone feel like dusting the 6,000 books in our living room?