I always thought sleep­walk­ers were a bit of a farce. How can any­one in their right mind walk around and not know they’re doing it?!

Then I had children.

Old­man started sleep­walk­ing around 8 or 9. He would climb down from the top bunk, walk out of his room to the kitchen, scrounge for food and take it to his bed to eat. I would weekly find wrap­pers under his pil­low. I was so wor­ried that he would choke but I could never catch him at it. He never came into my room so I would stake out the liv­ing room wait­ing for him to come so I could turn him right back around and send him to bed {…and save his life!}. He never came out on the nights I was on stake­out patrol. He didn’t sleep­walk for too long and even­tu­ally quit.

Ahhhh, peace of mind again.

Now my youngest has started doing it. Grem­lin has no desire to raid the fridge (which is awe­some con­sid­er­ing he’s aller­gic to just about every­thing in there). How­ever, he does feel the need to pace my bed­room floor talk­ing to me about the drama’s of hav­ing to pee. ACK! Thank­fully I haven’t had any car­pet acci­dents, but we have had some amaz­ing con­ver­sa­tions. The kid will just stare at you and talk to you about any­thing you want! Geez, it’s creepy!

Last night, Old­man caught Grem­lin on his way out the door with his stuffed Eey­ore in hand. Appar­ently Eey­ore was a bomb that need dif­fus­ing and only Mom can do it. (SUPER MOM!!) Afer a bit of argu­ing, Old­man con­vinced Grem­lin to let him take care of it and every­one was saved. (SUPER SON!!)

Sleep­walk­ing is the cra­zi­est thing! Edu­ca­tion Mom is very intrigued at the psy­cho­log­i­cal rea­son­ing behind all this. Tired Mom wants it to freakin’ stop! I never try wak­ing him up because I don’t want an acci­dent, but I’m try­ing to wake up enough to record him so he can see it the next morn­ing. Maybe that will help…?

Photo credit: DRP