Every night at around 8pm, I announce,
"K, it's time for bed!"
and my 8 yr old (who we now consider to be autistic) immediately replies with,
"But we not tired!"
Every night.
Seriously, every night.
But tonight I never announced that,
and tonight he never said that.
Tonight is the first night I am letting him and his 10 yr old sister
stay up to meet the new year.
It is 11pm.
One more hour to go.
He is jumping up and down in front of the tv
playing Lego Star Wars III, the clone wars, on the Nintendo wii.
I asked,
"Are you tired, yet?"
He replied,
"No! It's the middle of the night. I love playing!"
I am confident he will make it till midnight.
I have much less confidence in myself.
We are tired.
Very, very tired.
2012 can kiss my ass.
