A True Confession

{Little Man at age 3}

Steven and I dated for nearly six years before we tied the knot.  We met in high school, and despite attending separate colleges for six years, we stayed together through our college days.  Steven played college football at a small junior college for a year and a half until he received a full scholarship at a Division II school.  This really isn't apart of the confession, but it will give a little background information.

In the summertime, Steven and I spent as much time as possible together.  Once his football season started back up in August, he would be busy with playstation tournaments and dorm life workouts, practice, class, and studies.  We spent lots of nights talking until late and accidentally fall asleep on the couch at my house or his dad's house.    On one night in particular, we both sacked out at his dad's.  He woke me up and sent me on my way.  I drove myself home, walked into my house, made donuts, and then woke up.  Yep, you read that right.  I woke up again.  Technically, I woke up for the first time.  I have an issue with sleep talking and walking. 

When Steven 'woke' me up at his dad's house to tell me we had fallen asleep again and it was time to go home, I looked like I was awake.  My eyes were open, and even though I was saying weird things to him, I was talking.  He says now that he should of known.  My mom had told him sleep talking/walking stories before, but apparently I'm so convincing when it happens that you don't realize it.  I even deny that I'm sleeping. 

I think the scariest part of the whole thing was I drove myself home while I was sleeping.  I woke up in the middle of my kitchen making donuts in a deep fryer at midnight.  I had not a clue how I had gotten home, let alone why I was making donuts.  The last thing I remembered was sitting in Steven's living room talking to him about possible wedding dates.

This is just one of many crazy stories my mom could tell you about me.  At night I used to walk in her room, get inches from her face, and whisper scream, "Mom!!!!"  Then I would coerce her to come perform whatever task I desired for her to do until I would get back in bed.  I know my mom secretly wished for me to have a child just like me.

Sharing my deepest, darkest secret does has a purpose.  Now that Little Man is getting older, he's starting to do unusual things in his sleep.  Last night, I woke up to a little four year old standing inches from my face.  I don't know how long he'd been standing there.  He was completely silent, eyes wide open, and staring intently at my face.  Honestly, it scared the heebee jeebee's out of me. 

I walked Little Man back down the hall to his room and put him to bed.  He never said anything to me and didn't mention anything about it in the morning.  When I asked him if he remembered standing by my bed, he told me he was night-night all night long.  Hmmmm....another freakish sleepwalker in the house.  This can't be good!

Mom, as you're reading this try to contain your excitement for paybacks!!!