sleep walking
Yes, I was a sleep walker. I haven't done it since early high school or before as far as I know. However, I am still a sleep talker sometimes. Now, this story has haunted me since 4th grade.
We were having an all-school lock-in. I remember watching The Little Mermaid (so maybe it was before 4th grade?) and I remember I had on purple socks. The last thing I remember is climbing in to my Little Mermaid sleeping bag on the stage of our gym.
I awoke the next morning on the gym floor in a sleeping bag that was NOT mine. I look over and all of these older kids (including my big sister) were giggling at me. I was MORTIFIED. I didn't understand why I was where I was.
Apparently, I had somehow climbed down the steps of the stage. I had then proceeded to climb in this older boy's sleeping bag. WHAT?! It wasn't even a boy I had a crush on.
Luckily, my baby-sitter was in his grade so was sleeping nearby. She saw or heard me and moved me to her sleeping bag, where I laid my pretty blond head to rest until waking up to be humiliated.
Not one of my brightest moments of childhood. It was truly scarring. Luckily, by high school no one remembered...except me.
Now if you want to relive other sleep walking stories or other fun posts, head on over to Mama Kat's to participate in the Writer's Workshop.
We were having an all-school lock-in. I remember watching The Little Mermaid (so maybe it was before 4th grade?) and I remember I had on purple socks. The last thing I remember is climbing in to my Little Mermaid sleeping bag on the stage of our gym.
I awoke the next morning on the gym floor in a sleeping bag that was NOT mine. I look over and all of these older kids (including my big sister) were giggling at me. I was MORTIFIED. I didn't understand why I was where I was.
Apparently, I had somehow climbed down the steps of the stage. I had then proceeded to climb in this older boy's sleeping bag. WHAT?! It wasn't even a boy I had a crush on.
Luckily, my baby-sitter was in his grade so was sleeping nearby. She saw or heard me and moved me to her sleeping bag, where I laid my pretty blond head to rest until waking up to be humiliated.
Not one of my brightest moments of childhood. It was truly scarring. Luckily, by high school no one remembered...except me.
Now if you want to relive other sleep walking stories or other fun posts, head on over to Mama Kat's to participate in the Writer's Workshop.
Comments
Oh my! This would be beyond mortifying!!! I feel so bad for sleep walkers ... the stories I've been reading sound so freaky and a bit scary!!!
As for potty training signs.......I think if he's hiding to do it, that's a GOOD sign that he's becoming way more aware. Also if he comes and tells you when he's done.