I feel sometimes like the guy, maybe even the super hero, who stays awake at night because it’s best you don’t know what’s really going on.  That’s the role I serve for the women in my household who more often than not get a good night’s sleep blissfully unaware of what our 11 year old autistic boys are up to.

Let’s see last night Michael decided to become Michael, the Nomad.  He went from bed to bed (mostly naked) trying to find a place he was comfortable sleeping with.  When he wasn’t intent on putting on a show for the neighbors (which I covered by curtain several times), he was back in bed enjoying private time (if you catch my gist).  At least that wasn’t in plain view to the neighborhood.

On the other hand, I had Sean going through an emotional range equal to any teen girl enjoying a “Twilight” film festival. When he wasn’t laughing, he was crying uncontrollably.  I finally had him take a bath to calm his nerves and then he played some tunes on the iPad.  When he was finally ready for bed, I managed to move the now slumbering Michael out of Sean’s bed and into his own.  By midnight, I thought everyone was asleep until dawn.

I should have known better.

At 3:30am Michael is up again and has peed on his floor.  He goes in to take a bath, but before he does that, he actually pees in his brother’s room.  Sean wants to get a towel to dry it up, but we have hid the towels because Michael keeps soaking them in the bath with him.  Not realizing Sean’s intentions or need for a towel, I assume his bedding is wet.  Of course, it’s not, but I only realize this after I have stripped his bed and accidentally gotten them all wet on the recently pissed on floor.  Needless to say, Sean is rather upset at my actions and apparent stupidity.  Doggedly determined, I finally find fresh linens, get Sean back to bed, Michael at least quiet in the bathtub and tranquility lasts until dawn.  Again, the ladies sleep safely unaware of the evening’s chaos.

As I write this, I’m leaving for a 3 day trip to California.  When the night action begins, I won’t be there to help and when I return on Friday, my better half will once again tell me we need to change the bed time routine once and for all.  I will smile kindly, pour her a glass of wine, send her to bed and take over the night time brigade again.  It’s what I do.

I am Dad and with great power comes great responsibility