Hyperactivity, anyone?

What is the natural pitch of our younger son's voice again? Could someone remind me, please? Because, for the past week, he's been constantly screetching like a giddy school girl.

No words. This child uses no words. He is a moving, screetching, hyperactive, slobbery troll with flailing arms and kicking legs. He throws his toys and zaps up the dog and bumps into me "just 'cause" and OH MY GOSH COULD SOMEONE PLEASE PRESS THE MUTE BUTTON ON THIS KID?????

Sigh.

It's the holidays. ADHD and the holiday season are a grand mix. This kid is so jacked up one would think he's had twenty pots of coffee. He literally can't stand still. At all.

Oh, and those beautiful hazel eyes have been stuck in the back of his head most of this time. He likes to send them there and bug out the bloodshot whites of his eyeballs to anyone in his path....Happy Holidays!!! Merry Christmas!! Joy of the Season to you all!!

Yesterday while we were waiting for his school bus, I put my hand on the top of his head to keep him from bumping into me. Beneath my hand was something akin to the Tazmanian Devil, growling, slobbering and flailing around.

I just stood.

And, I watched.

It was such a curiosity.

He had absolutely no control of himself. Thank goodness he was leaving my house. Even after twenty minutes of this, I seriously question who needs medication the most: he or I.

And, well, there's more to the story.

You know how when children are in the throes of their babydome years and they cry out in the night? Or they won't settle to sleep? You know how all the experts say parents are to never take the kids into their beds with them or else that child will remain there until he is ready to move into his college dorm room?

I'll have you know we never did that. We're superior that way.

What we are doing, however, to quell the unbelievably high anxiety that comes along with the ADHD holiday season is to set up a comfy air mattress on the floor of our younger son's bedroom for his Daddy. (Note that Mom is going nowhere near that air mattress. Thank you, Daddy.) This child is too scared to even set foot in his room by himself. It goes beyond the typical monster being under the bed or boogie man in the closet. The fear takes him over.

In the past, my husband and I have been in crisis mode with his older brother that we haven't seen in isolation these behaviors that our younger son has at this time of year. In retrospect, yes, it's been here all along.

So, as we approach the holiday and the break from the routine of school, I am anticipating the unbridled energy, the fear of the night, the shrill of a crazed voice, potty regression, endless car trips and many, many trips to my beloved Mom Cave.

Peace to you all!