The other night I was sitting at the computer when suddenly, I heard my son cry and squeal as if he were in pain. I went to check on him, but when I got to the kitchen, he was already there.
He was standing by the fridge, so I asked him if he was okay. He grunted and held out his hand. I figured his hand had fallen asleep, so I took it and squeezed it a little [which sounds horrible, but if you squeeze or stomp the offending appendage, it wakes up faster 😉 I couldn’t very well stomp on my son’s hand, now could I?]
So anyway, I asked him if he needed a drink, and noticed something very strange about his eyes. He wasn’t really answering my questions, and I noticed that while his eyes were pointing in my direction, they weren’t really focusing on me. They seemed to be tracking sideways [back and forth, like he was watching a tennis match or a car race on TV.]
Then I laughed out loud, because I realized that he wasn’t even awake. I laughed and told him as much, and he scowled at me, turned, and went to sit on the couch. I was still trying to get him to take a drink [I don’t know why, I guess I still thought he was thirsty since he’d ended up by the refrigerator].
He curled up on the couch, but his horizontal sensor must have been off because he was trying to lay on the back of the couch [you know, the vertical part?]
He was grunting like he was frustrated with the couch for standing up when he wanted it to lay down, so I put a pillow behind him and told him to lay down [then I kinda pushed him in the right direction].
Then I covered him up and told him I’d put him back in bed later. The moment his head hit the pillow, his eyes closed, and we didn’t hear from him for the rest of the night.
So today during lunch, I asked him if he had any weird dreams last night. He kinda rolled his eyes and said [very seriously] “I don’t dream about real stuff and real places, Mom. It’s all just pretend.”
The boy is a big goof, but very serious when he’s having a conversation, and very literal. He likes to make jokes, but if an adult makes one, he kinda gives you this look like you’re clueless when it comes to the finer points of humor.
He’s five, so he didn’t really get what I was asking, and we spent the next few minutes listening to his dreams of monsters and whatnot from probably a year ago.
When we finally explained to him that he had been up walking around in his sleep last night, and he understood what we were saying, he got this sheepish grin on his face like he couldn’t believe he’d done something so silly[the absolute cutest! Which is another horrible thing, because he was a little bit embarrassed, but his reaction was hilarious, so we let him squirm a little].
But we didn’t make him feel like we were making fun of him, which is a big no no in our house. We don’t humiliate each other, but we do tease. There’s a line there, you know? If he had started to get upset, we would have stopped and made sure that he understood that we thought he was cute, not stupid or weird for sleepwalking.
So anyway, it was a little weird trying to talk to my son, then realizing that he was up walking around and had no clue what was going on. Steve did the same thing when he was a kid, and used to freak his mom out. I don’t think I ever walked in my sleep, but this is one to remember, and I fully intend to blackmail my little man when he’s a teenager!