Dexter has gotten into screaming lately, especially at 2am. It seems that his separation anxiety has picked up quite a bit lately. It becomes painful when he wakes in the middle of the night because he screams "mommy, mommy, mommy, UP!". I'm glad whoever sleeps in the room below him snores right through it. Dex is so extremely loud. I've heard him screaming in the morning after I leave all the way at the corner of the street about a 100 feet or more from the house.
When I get up to try to get him to calm down, I tell him to lay down and go back to sleep. I consistently get yelled a "No!" in response. He has such attitudea and defiance in his emphatic "NO!" I try hard not to laugh at him. It's much easier not to laugh at 2am. He officially has a time out chair or a place where he goes if he's in trouble which we refer to as "The Green Chair". Luckily, he usually cooperates if we threaten him with the dreaded Green Chair. He usually says "No Green Chair! No green Chair!" It's silly, but it works. We put the fear of the Green Chair in him - LOL.
I went to the doctor today. I've been meaning to go for months, but it's just a check-up and blood work. I've felt so well that I've gone down and stayed down to a bare minimum of one of my prescriptions for my arthritis since November of last year. It's the prescription that doesn't agree with drinking alcohol or getting pregnant without planning months ahead of time. It's the one that requires me to get blood drawn every six months to make sure it isn't making my liver toxic. It's the one I am going to stop taking. Yep, gonna see how I do if I stop taking it altogether. I am so stoked to drink some beer without a second thought. With the terrible two's right around the corner, the timing is impeccable.
