Ds is supposed to be napping. He's playing in his room and kicking his bed instead. 'Cause he's overtired. Or because the wind is blowing in the wrong direction. Or whatever. He got up at 6 this morning. It's frigging 3:15. We rocked and rocked and rocked and rocked. No dice. The kid's tired. This we know. He just will. not. go. to. sleep.
Gosh I love autism, it's such a frigging blast.