Thursday, December 29, 2011

Someone Has to be the Crazy One

 I was recently telling a friend about my experiences with sleepwalking and figured I would share them here as well. Why not, right? I would love to say that my “experiences” are an old roommate that did it or how I did it as a child or how one of my kids does it, but sadly I am indeed the sleepwalker in the house. Now the best part is that I haven’t always done it. The first time that I started doing it was actually shortly after I started dating my (now) husband. I find the timing quite interesting and obviously blame him for my craziness. I’d also like to be able to say that I get up and do fun things during the night like start making food or do a dance or something, but that’s not my style. I like to wake up in COMPLETE panic that something is wrong and basically flip out. I also like to get mad at Tim who tries to calmly get me to go back to sleep while I yell things at him like, “THERE ARE SPIDERS COMING OUT OF THE WALL!!!!”  

Luckily, it is not something that I do every night. I usually go a good few months without having any episodes but then they start up and I have them pretty regularly for a while. They do also tend to come about when I have additional stress in my life but that’s not always the case. Pretty standard dreams include wires in the room being on fire, bugs, and random people being in the room. I also regularly wake up standing in another room without really knowing why I am there.  We have a baby gate at the top of the stairs that we lock each night so that I don’t go downstairs. Yup, the gate is for me and not the kids! Some “favorites” of sleeping walking also include:

  • Tim finding me running out the backdoor of our old apartment. Hello…the apartment was on fire. I had to get out!
  • Being on top of Tim and hysterically trying to give him CPR. Hello…he had drowned. I was only trying to save his life.
  • Waking up and coming to while in the process of dialing 911 on my phone. Hello…there were men in the house.  I was just calling in a break in. 

Luckily, I generally wake up in full panic mode and jump out of bed so Tim is woken up by my shenanigans. We have also learned through trial and error that turning on the light will cause me to wake up on my own within a minute or so. Of course, before that happens I yell at Tim since he barely lifts his head now and tries to just continue sleeping and ignore his crazy wife.  Good times, good times.

I saw this shirt on I think maybe it was made for me.

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