Escaping at bed time

My feet have gone to sleep.   I try to move them but the narrow corridor by the bedroom door is less than 3 foot wide.  I'm wedged in like Alice in Wonderland.  But without having eaten any cake.   Any further into his room and I'd be failing in the programme to get mammy downstairs.  His psychologist says I shouldn't be in his room at all.  And certainly not for most of the evening.

Any further out of the room and there will be loud objections.  If he sees.  I'm trying to get closer to the door, it's in the programme.  But progress is not being made.

It's my boy you see, and his Asperger's.  He says he's afraid.  He wants me to stay until he is asleep.  But of course his psychologist says that can't continue.   If you're a mum, especially a tired mum, you'll know that changing some routines can seem almost impossible.  And the worst time to try and change things is at night when everyone is tired and cranky and you're just longing for some child free task free time to close the day.

Tonight he was tired.   All went quiet and i escaped soon after 9.  I was just sitting down when I heard it:

"Mammmmeeeee!"

Remember he's not 3, he's 11. But in this house that doesn't seem to matter.

Back up the stairs I went, the toilet was visited, the iPad was retrieved (it's silent you see) and a glass of wine poured (stress levels are hitting the red zone). And down I sat again, squashed in between the implacable walls.

He's quiet again.  But is he asleep? The stress is in the wondering.  How long is the wait going to be? And watching the down time vanish away...

Last night I enjoyed lots of free time as the birthday celebrations continued.  It was amazing!  Tonight it was back to business as usual, and not just from my son....