By the time Rob woke up yesterday, the snow in the drive was in drifts 2 to 3 feet deep. He spent an hour shoveling, then backed his car right into a pile he created. Spent another hour digging the car out. By the time he was on the road, the main streets were clear. He was intent on driving to Columbus with his friend who goes to school there. Naturally, I would not allow it. Yesterday was probably the worst weather in years, but Rob wouldn't hear (listen). Due to the miracle of drugs, we only argued about it for 20 minutes before he gave it up. He contented himself by driving around for hours in our little world instead.
3:30 this a.m. I wake to the pitter patter of giant feet running around the house. Again. Rob and his friend are cooking, wrestling, giggling, the usual nonsense. Rob is looking wild eyed. I tell him he needs to go to bed, now. But he's having fun! Rob, you're totally manic. He knows, but he's having fun! The party pooper that I am, I insist it's bedtime. I lay awake until my alarm rings at 6:00 a.m. I wish some sort of mania would kick in for me!
Rob told the psych doc the other day that the Seroquel makes him high. Maybe he's high at night, and not manic... I wouldn't know the difference. They look the same.
By the time Rob woke up yesterday, the snow in the drive was in drifts 2 to 3 feet deep. He spent an hour shoveling, then backed his car right into a pile he created. Spent another hour digging the car out. By the time he was on the road, the main streets were clear. He was intent on driving to Columbus with his friend who goes to school there. Naturally, I would not allow it. Yesterday was probably the worst weather in years, but Rob wouldn't hear (listen). Due to the miracle of drugs, we only argued about it for 20 minutes before he gave it up. He contented himself by driving around for hours in our little world instead.
3:30 this a.m. I wake to the pitter patter of giant feet running around the house. Again. Rob and his friend are cooking, wrestling, giggling, the usual nonsense. Rob is looking wild eyed. I tell him he needs to go to bed, now. But he's having fun! Rob, you're totally manic. He knows, but he's having fun! The party pooper that I am, I insist it's bedtime. I lay awake until my alarm rings at 6:00 a.m. I wish some sort of mania would kick in for me!
Rob told the psych doc the other day that the Seroquel makes him high. Maybe he's high at night, and not manic... I wouldn't know the difference. They look the same.