A little known fact about my cute husband is his crazy sleepwalking. Just last night he had another little "episode" that was so funny that I decided it was time to keep a record of all the weird things that happen after he falls asleep.
The first few times I witnessed Brent sleep walking really freaked me out so I did a little research and found that while sleepwalking is relatively common in children, most people outgrow it by puberty. Not Brent. It also has a genetic link.
A little probing of my sister-in-laws revealed that most of his brothers sleepwalk also. Nia says that Randy, who is in the army, often leaps out of bed across the room, landing like a stealthy cat making no noise, and believes he is Jack Bauer. Any flashing light from a cell phone or laptop are bombs that he must disarm.
Brent on the other hand, is much more broad in his sleepwalking. The cute thing about it is that he is always hyper-protective of me and takes heroic efforts to try to save me from whatever it is he thinks is happening. Here are a few of my favorite sleepwalking experiences with Brent...
-He jumped out of bed and began ripping clothes off the hangers in my closet, and cleared the top of my dresser of perfumes and lotions with one clear sweep of his arm...I asked him what he was doing, so he suddenly stopped, got back in bed and said he thought there were snakes.
- We were cuddling on the couch when he fell asleep. I was still watching TV when he suddenly shoved me three feet off the couch and on to the floor. He lept up and began beating on the arm of the couch, trying to put out the imaginary fire.
-On our honeymoon in Monterey, he sat straight up in bed and yelled in horror, "FISH!!!" Then he hid under the sheets because he thought there were sharks in our hotel room.
-He went into our family room to investigate another "mysterious fire."
-He peaked over the edge of our bed because he saw a dead deer under there.
-Two of the freakiest are the old lady in our hallway, and the little girl walking into the guest room.
-He frequently wakes me up because he wants to know where the crying baby is.
-Brent once got up and peered out the bedroom window. He wasn't responding to me when I asked him questions, which he usually does. He continued to peek out the blinds until he picked up some shorts and put them on and walked out the back door. He woke up when his bare feet touched the grass, which was dry. He was convinced the backyard was flooded.
- I know I'm really in trouble when he jumps out of bed and says, "DON'T MOVE." Like he did last night. That usually means there is a snake or a mouse on our bed. Last night it took me a few minutes to convince him it was just the shadows, and he had to check under the pillows before he'd come back to bed.
Brent is always a little embarrassed when he comes to and realizes he's been sleepwalking, but I look forward to it. His wild imagination adds a little excitement to our night time. It's hilarious, and I can hardly wait to see what he dreams up next.
