Sleep-walking
I quietly sneaked into Nan's room - the pull-ups are in her closet for some reason - and grabbed a clean pull-up. I closed the door, and then heard Natalie yelling, "Mom! Mom!"
I opened the door and she was sitting up in bed. I said, "It's all right, I was just getting Jonathan a pull-up." She looked at me and said, "No, Mom, he really needs some food."
Neither of them remembered any of this the next morning.
I wonder if sleep-walking is hereditary. I used to do it all the time when I was a kid, and even after we were married. I don't walk anymore, but do occasionally mumble about nonsense. Kevin thinks it's funny to ask me questions, because I can't really think of the answers and I get all irritated. Then I wake up completely ticked off at him and have no idea why.
Any other sleep-walkers/talkers out there?





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