My son Bryce comes home from college today for the summer, and his twin has been up since 4 a.m. beside himself with excitement. But he will never admit to that. I am not sure he can.

I am a very light sleeper anyway, but I began to hear rumblings at about 3:30 a.m. I went downstairs, only  one eye partially open, dogs following in hot pursuit. The lyrics to the song “My name is NO” forming in my mouth. Brett was up, and I knew why. Bryce, his twin, would be home today. “What are you doing up?” I asked. “Don’t judge me!” he declared.I explained that I was, in fact, Not judging him,but rather just curious. “I just couldn’t sleep.” he said. “Brycie comes home today!” I exclaimed, to which he responded “Oh Shit!” He was trying to act like he didn’t know or care.I knew better.

He began  stimming  (Self-stimulatory behavior, also known as stimming and self-stimulation, is the repetition of physical movements, sounds, or repetitive movement of objects common in individuals with developmental disabilities, but most prevalent in people with autistic spectrum disorders.)and pacing. Speaking quickly and loud. Yes he was indeed excited.By 4 a.m. he was making waffles and having coffee, and my other eye had finally opened. He kept walking from room to room,looking upward and flapping his hands. I asked him again, why he was up so early.Knowing, he wouldn’t or rather couldn’t express the real reason.

By 6 a.m. I asked him if he knew if dad was up yet.”No, I can hear him snoring.” I am jealous. Not of the snoring, rather the sleeping.

A few minutes later, my husband comes downstairs to get ready for work. “Brett has been up since 3:30” I tell him. “I know, he kept coming in the room.” he tells me. I can imagine, that Brett wanted to make sure my husband wasn’t forgetting to go get his brother. Not that he would but I assume that is what Brett was thinking.

It is now 6:30 a.m. and I soon need to prepare for work. Brett is back upstairs and I can hear his chair rocking. It is an excited rock. Yes, I can tell the difference. It is faster, and louder, and I can hear his laughter. My educated guess is by 8 a.m. Brett will have tired back out and will sleep the day away. My husband will arrive back home with Bryce by about 6 p.m. Brett will probably walk into the room to greet him with “HI Jerk” and leave as quickly as he entered. But we will all know what he meant.