So sue me...

Is it so wrong i'm giddy with excitement about Brice's upcoming surgery? Like SO EXCITED. On Wednesday morning he is having his tonsils and adenoids removed to relieve him of sleep apnea. For years, YEARS, Seth and I have been trying to work with Brice. Help him manage his moods, express his feeling, deal with his anger, learn self-control. He's been an extraordinarily difficult child. Lovely in so very many ways. Brilliant. Intense. Emotional. But always so very very tired.

We've read every single parenting book out there (I might exaggerate a teensy bit). I'm afraid to show you our bookshelves--your spirited child, your defiant child, your strong-willed child, your explosive child. These books are dog-eared, highlighted, underlined. We've gone to counseling. I've gone to counseling. I have prayed and prayed and prayed. And talked and talked and talked. And googled and googled, etc. Then, as a last ditch effort (if you read my blog, which you obviously do), we took him to an ENT which led to a sleep study, which is why we find ourselves 36 hours aways from the surgery that will allow to him to sleep. Really sleep. Like, all night--with no waking. Deep REM sleep. Maybe he'll hit 9 hours or 11. Heck, 12!!!

We are hopeful that this will help Brice better cope with life. Who can deal with the difficulties of daily life on so little sleep? Not me, at least not on a regular basis. Certainly no 5 year old. I am looking forward to those ever-present dark circles under his eyes disappearing for good--to seeing him rested and refreshed and able to deal with, and actually enjoy, his life.

Fingers crossed that life is about to get very sweet for a very sweet little boy.