We are rocking an empty house this week. Boxes are threatening to take over and we have sold our couches, so are sitting on camp chairs. Don’t worry – new ones will be delivered to the new house, so it’s a temporary thing!
But the house is feeling empty and I am pretty sure Poss is near on empty too.
She has been unsettled and full of sharp angles all weekend. Jolty. Agitated. Shouty.
Last night she refused to sleep. Even after melatonin. Her eyes were so tired, it looked like she had been in a fight; big black circles and bloodshot red.
She ended up sleeping curled up on the living room rug, at my feet.
Tonight we are facing a similar battle. We have upped her melatonin in the hope it will work. When she doesn’t sleep, her world is more unstable, more unpredictable.
Social stories have been done, but the nightmares keep coming. She just wants us, overwhelming us with big hugs and squeezes.
Friends have stepped in and will be collecting her from school, so we can avoid the stress of aftercare this week. We have some awesome friends.
My instinct is to wrap her in cotton wool and keep her home for the next week, but I know this isn’t the right thing to do.
One more day of work, four more sleeps and the keys will be ours. Then the real move starts.
We just have to hold on and find a way to fill her up, at least long enough to get through the next week.