Sleepwalking
When I am stressed, I sleepwalk. My mother has great stories about finding me asleep in places other than my bed and all kinds of strange conversations that she had with me growing up when she thought I was awake, and I was really asleep.
I was fearful when I went to college that I would actually leave my dorm room and end up who knows where. There were times that I got up in the middle of the night and told my roommate crazy stories about spiders or bugs all over the room. There was even a time that I practiced my synchronized swimming routine in my sleep and woke up my roommate in the bunk above me when my leg kicked into her bed. And then during my senior year of college, I did leave my room. I went to another side of the dorm on another floor to get my best friend. I insisted that there was a man in my room and that I needed her help. Being the great friend that she is, she came back to the room with me to make sure it was man-free. She tucked me back into bed and went back to her room. A funny story to be told in the cafeteria the next day.
My husband has hundreds of stories of me waking him in the middle of the night with one insane story or another. It usually involves me being convinced that someone is breaking into our home. My husband is patient and kind and does not complain too much about the lack of sleep. During the stress of the kids resale that I recently took over, the absolute worst happened. He found me on the front lawn. For the first time, I had actually left the house. Fortunately, I wear pajamas.
After the stress of the sale ended, I thought we could all get back to getting a good night's rest. It was not to be. For two weeks afterward, I kept waking my husband up in the middle of the night wanting to know when it was my turn on the register or convinced that someone was stealing all the clothes. I have to admit my ever so patient husband was growing impatient.
Apparently, I have worked through the stress since beginning this week, I am sleeping through the night without incident again. At least until the next sale.
I was fearful when I went to college that I would actually leave my dorm room and end up who knows where. There were times that I got up in the middle of the night and told my roommate crazy stories about spiders or bugs all over the room. There was even a time that I practiced my synchronized swimming routine in my sleep and woke up my roommate in the bunk above me when my leg kicked into her bed. And then during my senior year of college, I did leave my room. I went to another side of the dorm on another floor to get my best friend. I insisted that there was a man in my room and that I needed her help. Being the great friend that she is, she came back to the room with me to make sure it was man-free. She tucked me back into bed and went back to her room. A funny story to be told in the cafeteria the next day.
My husband has hundreds of stories of me waking him in the middle of the night with one insane story or another. It usually involves me being convinced that someone is breaking into our home. My husband is patient and kind and does not complain too much about the lack of sleep. During the stress of the kids resale that I recently took over, the absolute worst happened. He found me on the front lawn. For the first time, I had actually left the house. Fortunately, I wear pajamas.
After the stress of the sale ended, I thought we could all get back to getting a good night's rest. It was not to be. For two weeks afterward, I kept waking my husband up in the middle of the night wanting to know when it was my turn on the register or convinced that someone was stealing all the clothes. I have to admit my ever so patient husband was growing impatient.
Apparently, I have worked through the stress since beginning this week, I am sleeping through the night without incident again. At least until the next sale.
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