Rage free day, followed by a ragy middle of the night.

I was thrilled as we put Tim to bed last night.  He had made it through all the routines of the day- all the way to bed time.  He went to bed around 11:00, as did I.  At 12:25 the rumbling started.  I went in to see if he needed anything, bathroom, water, fan turned on, the usuals.  He motioned to me to get out. That's never good.  AT least he knows what he wants.  "I need to express this rage and you better not be in here while I'm doing it."  It's heartbreaking.  You know he's really frustrated, in pain, and can hear the thuds of him hitting his face.  10 times in a row.  I can hear that he's hitting bone, possibly jaw bone or forehead.  He went to slapping his face, but he's stopped that.  I'm glad he doesn't slap as that used to leave nasty bruises.  He opens the skin on his hands while handwringing, and then pounds the door, leaving a bloody mess.  The damage is minimal. I've read of broken windows and known children who kick holes in drywall.  We have had problems with neighbours, but not our next door ones, who must hear it. We live in an attached townhouse condo.  You feel the bangs on the door through the whole house, and even when I have earplugs and a pillow over my head, it is still VERY loud.  Today he has camp.  I let him sleep late, and will take him myself to where they are headed. I hope he has a good day.  Just yesterday his camp instructor said he loved riding Spongebob the horse and had a wonderful time, laughing and smiling the whole day.  Today they go swimming at a leisure centre, which he always loves as well.  Wish us luck.