What a Carry On!

What a comedic (almost) 24hrs. Whose ultra crap idea was it to put the boys together in the same bedroom for company? Oh yeah that was me. So who ended up sorting William out when he started his midnight screeching? Daddy of course! :D

I knew it was a long shot but Alex is really enjoying Williams company now as he gets older, so it seemed ideal to give them a chance of sharing a room. Previously we have moved William into his own room due to night wakenings, but these are more easily managed. She says. There's not much talking between the boys, it's pretty much one way conversation from Alex but interaction has really improved. Alex is as mad as a box of frogs, and William loves it.

William seemed to settle after the midnight banshee call, and little was heard of him till 6am, where he had come to my room with a bog roll saying"Fingers! Fingers!". I looked at him with beady tired eyes and saw his hands full of bogies. After a quick wipe with bog roll it wasn't shifting so I sent him off to wash hands which he can do of a fashion.He is very fond of nose mining, but hey aren't we all??!

No?....

Oh just me and William then... ahem moving on....

Off he toddles to find some k'nex to play with. A short while later Alex pops in with "Mum you've got to look outside". He is fond of fake poo jokes so I tell him he's in trouble if he gets me out of bed for a plastic dump on the landing.

Poo it was... but not plastic! Bearing in mind our pooch has been poorly with sick and squits, this was not really a surprise. What WAS a surprise was that miraculously William had avoided stepping in it. If it had been outside then he would happily trample in it. Woo hoo! Some evidence of thought process- no shoes, therefore no standing in sh*t. We were massively impressed.

You know where this is heading don't you?

As we rose from bed the cogs whirred....I checked the snotty bog roll.... was it snot on Williams hand? 

Sniff....

Short answer - No.

Long answer.... "Jesus Christ he's had his hands in dog sh*t, what if she's got worms, Jesus Christ has he eaten it? what's that brown on his face? check where he's touched, is it on his k'nex, frigging hell its on the taps! Clean his hands for Christs sake!"

Of course this might have still happened if he'd not switched rooms but it seemed the perfect end to a bad judgement.

The boys are still together and will remain so unless Alex shows any signs of detriment. The plan is to turn the spare room into a sensory zone over time. We have been awarded a grant from Family Fund to set us off which is ace, but unfortunately sensory stuff is bloody expensive, and even a slight association with 'Special Needs' bumps prices up no end.

Providing the dog manages to control her bowels tonight might be better. William is already in bed at 6.45pm watching IgglePiggle with his drugs. Not recreational ones. Fingers crossed for a better night!

"Don't stand in the sh*t Wottingers!"