Mythankfulboy is over this whole study-for-finals thing. Between that and another baseball loss, this time with one of his favorite people, CB, visiting to witness a not-so-stellar game, the edge has been ground off his usual enthusiastic approach to the world. It could be hormones descending, too, but I’ll withhold judgment on that until school is out. He’s not argumentative or sarcastic, but he’s tired and withdrawn.
I hesitated last night to start the chalice discussion, but, really, the hard nights are the most important, so I persevered. He said he was thankful that finals were almost over, and then he sat, trying to think of something more positive (or so it appeared) and resigned himself to just not feeling it. I was thankful to have been along the path of CB’s road trip, and for her going to B’s baseball game with us.
Now, it should be noted that B has the best bed in the house, and so it is the guest bed, making his room the guest room. I have sleep issues that make the couch my preferred sleep spot. That left my bed as the logical place for B to sleep last night, but he decided he’d sleep in a chair in the living room instead. Around 3 am I woke to his repeatedly hitting his head against the arm of the chair in apparent frustration that he couldn’t sleep. I told him to join me on the couch (I had my feet out on an ottoman, so there was space), and he trudged over with a blanket and curled up with his feet against my hip and fell asleep. In the morning I should have gotten up earlier than I did, but he was sleeping peacefully, and I chose to savor the moment before he got up with his grumpy self. Send him (and me) peace in these final days of finals.