Logan is still not sleeping. Dr. Clyde really wants to avoid putting him on sleeping pills of any kind because he’s so young, and they can be addictive, and it’s hard to say exactly how his body would react, especially with the seizure and everything. But it can’t be good for him to just be awake all the time.
I’m up in the middle of the night too, but only because I’m studying for a history test. It’s 2 a.m., and Logan just wandered into my room again. At least he wasn’t so weird this time, but he is annoying. Mom won’t let him play video games or watch TV or even go online, because all that stuff is “stimulating,” but that means he is ridiculously bored, of course. So finding me awake, he was all excited to have a late-night playmate. But I have work to do. I can’t hang out with him.
So I tried to get him to go read a book, but he says he has read every book in the house. I’m pretty sure that can’t be true. He should read my history textbook, that would put him right to sleep. Too bad I need it.
Okay, I guess our bickering woke Mom up. She just came in and told us both to go to bed, but obviously that is not going to happen. And she was in no state to insist. Finally she just gave me an abbreviated lecture about how I need to prepare earlier because all-nighters are NOT effective (we’ll see if she stands by this advice when she makes it to *her* exams), then told Logan to leave me alone so I could study.
When he whined, she told him to handwrite a letter to his dad. Ha! She must be pretty desperate to be encouraging that relationship. Anyway, I think Logan was so shocked at the idea of handwriting anything that he didn’t even answer back.