This blog is losing some steam. Probably because I've been a terrible blogger lately and haven't been making regular posts. So if you're still listening...reading...whatever, I promise to do better. Write more often. Even better, tell me what you want to hear. I have lots of opinions. Of course they change as often as my personality does, but that's another story.
For now I want to talk to you about sleepwalking. It's something I've been known to do on occasion. When I was little I would wake up sitting on my couch in the family room staring at the TV. Of course the TV wouldn't be on and it would be 3AM so I'd take myself back to bed. Sometimes I'd wake up sitting on the toilet and figure my alarm had gone off and it must be time to get ready for school. So I'd hop in the shower and when I got out my mom would let me know that it is in fact the middle of the night so I'd go back to bed.
Later in life is when the sleepwalking got interesting because a little thing called booze came into my life. It definitely amps up the sleepwalking craziness. One time when I was still living with my parents I went into my parents room in the middle of the night. My mom woke up to find me trying to pull the VCR off the shelf and put it on the floor. I was having some difficulty doing this though since it was hooked up to the TV and the cord wasn't long enough for it to reach the floor. She asked me what I was doing to which I replied, "I'm getting a glass of water." Duh. Parents are so stupid. I continued struggling with the VCR for a while finally breaking the cord and getting the VCR on the floor. Job well done! My mom continued to reason with me and I continued to tell her that I was getting a glass of water. Then I took a piss in their bathroom and went back to bed. My bladder must have been really full from all that water.
In college the sleepwalking became a little more frequent as I drank much more often. I was dating my husband then so he got the joy of trying to coerce me back to bed. Another time I fell asleep on his couch. He woke me up - or thought he had - and I headed to the bathroom to take my contacts out. After he let me struggle trying to get them out for a while, he finally convinced me that I had already taken them out...as I had my glasses on. One time I got up and went into the bathroom and stood in the shower with the cold water on filling the tub. Didn't wake me up. He got me back to bed and then he went to the bathroom. When he opened the bathroom door I was standing right outside of it holding all the remotes in the apartment. It was two guys' college apartment. Furniture made of pizza boxes but a wall of electronic equipment so there were multiple remotes. He said I seemed very proud of myself. Another time his roommate got up in the morning to go to class to find me sleeping on the couch. He assumed Mike and I had a fight and I was sleeping on the couch which is all well and good except that I was only wearing a pair of boxers. Thankfully this was before cell phones and he is a decent guy.
In the last 10+ years the sleepwalking has been just about nonexistent. A few occasions here and there, but last night I woke up at the end of the bed. I tried to get into my side of the bed and found my 4-year old. Assuming he had come down and gotten into bed with us so I got up and moved him to the sleeping bag next to our bed.
He's a terrible sleeper. The sleeping bag next to the bed allows him to come downstairs and sleep in our room without waking me up. I'm not going to worry about it unless he's getting ready to go off to college and still doing this.
This morning I asked him why he got in bed with us instead of getting in his sleeping bag. Apparently, he didn't come downstairs in the middle of the night. I went up and got him and carried him down.
Oops.
1 comment:
I used to stand at the linen closet by my parent's bedroom with my hands in the closet - when mom asked what I was doing, I was "washing my hands".. I feel you.
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