I don't know what is in the air lately... difficult child 2 is up well after midnight for the second night in a row. Last night he was up until after 1:30am. Realized he never ate dinner (husband lets them fend for themselves when I'm not home to supervise) so he decides to get up and finish his leftover lunch. He finally settles down and asleep by 2am. Tonight, same thing, but he doesn't complain of being hungry. Just says his head's buzzing again, and he's very hyperactive. He tries reading. Then he tries listening to music. Then he gets up. Then he goes back to bed. Up. Down. Up. Down. Mom, my head's buzzing. Starts singing to himself. Mom, my head's buzzing. We see the psychiatrist in two weeks, so maybe it's time for more Depakote... but he'll probably need to check levels again, too. Sigh. Just ONCE I'd like to get this kid through an entire summer without issues like this! Then there's difficult child 1 who gets home from his sleepover today with a moderate sunburn and since he's so tired from swimming all day and staying up late, he's crabby as heck and snarling at everyone because his shoulders hurt from the sunburn. Of course I spring at the opportunity to ask him if he thinks I always nag him about wearing sunscreen or his swim shirt/rash guard to just annoy him, or if maybe there's a good reason, like, oh, avoiding sunburn? But I PUT sunscreen on, Mom! Well, either you didn't put enough on, or you got in the water too soon after putting it on, OR you never reapplied it after swimming (like it says on the label... DUH). But he doesn't really care to hear that, so I let it go and walked away as he's moaning and whining about his shoulders. He passes out around 9pm after I send him to his room for general nastiness, but then he wakes up after his little nap in an hour and is hungry, but still grouchy because of the burn. He eats and goes back to bed, but then begins to pound on his wall (I'm upstairs brushing my teeth trying to get ready for bed, and of course, husband is sound asleep and doesn't hear anything because he wears his iPod to bed so he can't hear his CPAP/BIPAP machine), so I go running downstairs to tell him to knock it off. After searching for the aloe, I can't find it, so I ran a tepid bath for him and he's in there now soaking in the cool water. I gave him some Tylenol, so maybe he'll get a little bit of relief from that. I confirmed that it was going to hurt for a while before it gets better... it's just one of those things we all have to deal with. He didn't like that. Gosh, I'm such a mean mom. Guess that's what happens when your kid chooses the school of natural consequences over the lessons their parents try to teach them!