Today has been a funny kind of day.
On one hand it has been fantastic, I've reconnected with a couple of school friends and really surprised myself as to how happy it made me feel! Who knew? It was great to hear about their lives, where they live, how many kids they have etc.
And on the other hand it has been a really trying day emotionally.
At the moment there are just so many things going on in our lives. We have bought a new house that is in an area we love, on an enormous block and needs major renovations. By major I mean REALLY major. The existing home is 13.5 squares of pretty much unliveable space. We are going to totally gut that and then build on a 17 square extension.
So realistically we are building on an extension the size of an average home. Oh, and did I mention that we need to have this done to a level that we can live in by November because the gorgeous house we are renting has sold and our lease is up in November?
Oh, and yes, we are going to manage the project ourselves, get all the quotes, hire all the tradies, oversee the work and do whatever we can ourselves. While David works interstate four days a week. Easy peasy!
David and I are also both trying to run our own businesses, mine needing lots of work as it evolves, and he also has a business project on the go with his dad that he needs to spend time on.
And on top of all this Cassidy has decided that she is no longer sleeping.
Some child at school told her about a stupid urban legend where you say this dead lady's name five times while looking into a mirror and she will magically appear behind you and slit your throat. Very nice.
So Cassidy, being a very literal child has taken this to heart and can no longer get to sleep at night. Or stay asleep. Or get back to sleep. The time that she is actually asleep she spends sleepwalking because that is what she does when she is anxious.
She will also no longer go in the bathroom by herself, so she needs an escort every time she needs to wash her hands or have a shower or brush her teeth. And she can't go to the toilet by herself because it is so close to the bathroom.
She was trying to deal with the stress by creating complex routines at bedtime where her door needed to be completely open, her wardrobe doors needed to be completely closed, the bathroom door (which she can unfortunately see from her bedroom) needed to be closed. She then needed the hall light on, her lamp on, her fairy lights on and Taylor Swift playing on volume level 34.
Then it was still taking her hours to get to sleep.
We thought that maybe if we put her in a bedroom with Abbey she might feel more secure and sleep better. This has improved things a little, she doesn't get up as much during the night but getting them to settle down to sleep is an absolute nightmare. I seriously thought I was going to pop a blood vessel putting up with their nonsense tonight!
So tomorrow we are back off to the paediatrition, and then no doubt back off to the psychologist. I think the paediatrition will be able to retire early due to our family frequenting his practice. In fact, I think it is time we got our private waiting room we have been there so much with our kids.
They could call it the Hilder wing.
I am hoping tomorrow will be an easier day, less phone calls, less demands, better behaved children (just the girls, Tom is so easy) and that the paed will have some suggestions.
Fingers crossed!