somnambulism
So
My kids. They're wacky funny people. Little people, perhaps, but people all the same. My daughter is prone to sleepwalking. And I don't just mean getting up from bed and wandering out to the living room to say that she's thirsty or something like that. I mean suiting up for an assault on Mt Everest type of sleepwalking. I'll get up out of bed in the morning and she's sitting up on the couch. Not quite awake yet, but enough to grunt out a greeting. I'll ask her what she's doing in the living room so early. She'll look back at me questioningly, and then look around, brows furrowed in a look of puzzlement. She'll ask "where's my blanket?" After a short investigation we'll discover that her blanket was left on the kitchen floor when she made her way to the living room.
She does this kind of thing quite a bit. I'll wake up with her laying across the foot of my bed. Or she'll be curled up in the living room on the couch. Or in one corner of her room on the floor. Needless to say, I keep the front door well secured.
The other morning, Monday morning I think this was, was worth a chuckle. I get up and look out into the living room. I notice that the kids' hair brush is on the coffee table and I go to take it back to the bathroom. I notice, just in passing, that there is a t shirt in the middle of the living room floor. Kinda weird, but hey....my house is that way. So, I get my shower, shave, all the morning stuff. Then I go to wake the kids up. Right as I'm grousing at Pattie to get out of bed, she tells me she can't while I'm in the room because she doesn't have her t-shirt on. (background: my kids like to sleep in my t-shirts, instead of pajamas...I dunno, its a kid thing) I scratch my head and ask her where her shirt is. We're looking around her room, she still wrapped in her blanket, and we can't find it. And then it clicked in my head that I saw an anonymous t-shirt on the living room floor. When I brought it to her, she was all smiley, that was the shirt she was missing.
So there you have it. Somewhere in the middle of the night she got out of bed, wandered into the living room, took her shirt off, and then made her way back to bed. Having who knows how many untold adventures along the way, only to be woken up in the morning while laying sideways across her bed and wrapped up in her blanket like a burrito.
I guess I should feel lucky that my mantlepiece is too narrow for her to fit on, or else I'd come out some morning to find her snoring away on it, too.
I'll fit her with a collar and a bell. Or gps transmitter. One of those rfid tags under her skin.
My kids. They're wacky funny people. Little people, perhaps, but people all the same. My daughter is prone to sleepwalking. And I don't just mean getting up from bed and wandering out to the living room to say that she's thirsty or something like that. I mean suiting up for an assault on Mt Everest type of sleepwalking. I'll get up out of bed in the morning and she's sitting up on the couch. Not quite awake yet, but enough to grunt out a greeting. I'll ask her what she's doing in the living room so early. She'll look back at me questioningly, and then look around, brows furrowed in a look of puzzlement. She'll ask "where's my blanket?" After a short investigation we'll discover that her blanket was left on the kitchen floor when she made her way to the living room.
She does this kind of thing quite a bit. I'll wake up with her laying across the foot of my bed. Or she'll be curled up in the living room on the couch. Or in one corner of her room on the floor. Needless to say, I keep the front door well secured.
The other morning, Monday morning I think this was, was worth a chuckle. I get up and look out into the living room. I notice that the kids' hair brush is on the coffee table and I go to take it back to the bathroom. I notice, just in passing, that there is a t shirt in the middle of the living room floor. Kinda weird, but hey....my house is that way. So, I get my shower, shave, all the morning stuff. Then I go to wake the kids up. Right as I'm grousing at Pattie to get out of bed, she tells me she can't while I'm in the room because she doesn't have her t-shirt on. (background: my kids like to sleep in my t-shirts, instead of pajamas...I dunno, its a kid thing) I scratch my head and ask her where her shirt is. We're looking around her room, she still wrapped in her blanket, and we can't find it. And then it clicked in my head that I saw an anonymous t-shirt on the living room floor. When I brought it to her, she was all smiley, that was the shirt she was missing.
So there you have it. Somewhere in the middle of the night she got out of bed, wandered into the living room, took her shirt off, and then made her way back to bed. Having who knows how many untold adventures along the way, only to be woken up in the morning while laying sideways across her bed and wrapped up in her blanket like a burrito.
I guess I should feel lucky that my mantlepiece is too narrow for her to fit on, or else I'd come out some morning to find her snoring away on it, too.
I'll fit her with a collar and a bell. Or gps transmitter. One of those rfid tags under her skin.