Sleepwalkers

Evidently I have passed on the sleepwalking gene not only to my daughter, but also to my son. Last night, Princess2T comes running into the living room about 10:30ish laughing hysterically, almost unable to tell us why she is freaking out. Turns out, my 6 year old son climbed down from the top bunk, pulled off his pj shorts & underwear and attempted to pee on the bottom bunk…that T was laying in reading a book. She catches him in time and redirects him to the bathroom (after he spins in circles a few times), where he manages to find the toilet. In the mean time, Daddy goes back there to assess the situation, and comes running back in…laughing…to get me. I enter the bathroom to find Froggy putting on his t-shirt…like they’re his shorts. Seriously. He’s got this confused look on his face, eyes dilated, not seeing what we’re seeing…obviously. He has his legs through the arm holes, and can’t quite figure out why it won’t stay up when he pulls it up & lets go. I help him back into his underwear, and Daddy helps him back into bed. When I questioned him this morning about the incident, he acts as though we are joking…he has absolutely NO recollection of last nights events.

*IMPORTANT NOTE* I no longer sleep walk, and as far as I know, I have never done anything super weird while sleepwalking. My Mom told me she caught me watching TV (that was not on) as a child in a pitch dark living room…creepy, but not overly weird.

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