It’s a bad idea to sleepwalk. It’s a bad idea to eat when you’re doing so.
The lil’wrekker heard something strange in the early morning hours. It woke her up. She decided a kitchen trip was a good idea. Maybe a glass of milk and a cookie would be nice.
She got her milk and opened the pantry door.
She screamed. A loud scream. It woke up the whole house.
What she saw was her beloved Mother (me) sitting in the floor of the pantry. Slumped over her knees with what appeared to be blood everywhere. It looked like a horrible murder had occurred.
Beloved Mother had slept walked and for some inexplicable reason opened a large box of cherry jello powder and ate some, spilled some, drooled it down the front of her sleep shirt.
The lil’wrekkers Hollywood-level-horror movie scream woke up said sleep walker, as well.
Sleep walker was also alarmed at the sight of all the blood/cherry jello. So she screamed. Loudly.
Blood glucose was checked. Insulin was given. A shower at 4am and the pantry floor was cleaned up. All the evidence is gone.
The lil’wrekker may never be normal again. She claims she aged 3 years.
Geez - and here I thought it was creepy when my sister sat bolt upright in bed and started talking in her sleep. I’d have had a coronary if my mom (or anyone for that matter) was found like you were.
If I was a tacky, nasty person, I’d accuse you of doing it for attention…
One night, my brother gets up, walks downstairs. Dad tells him to go back to bed; mom asks if anything was wrong. Brother’s sleepwalking reply - “No, I just don’t want a car with three engines.” THE NEXT DAY, he got a package in the mail - some Matchbox (or similar) cars he had ordered; one of them had an engine split into three parts.
When I was in college, I woke up in the middle of the night, knowing that I had just said something. My roommate, sleeping in the bottom bunk, replied. I wonder how long we were having a conversation in our sleeps.
Mid-daughter and the lil’wrekker will be here. No clue as to when they’ll be leaving.
Funny you asking that. DIL asked the same thing.
Poor girl realizes she will probably be stuck baby-sitting me.
I was about to sleep eat once, but my dad (who got up very early to go to work) saw me getting out the cereal, realized I was still asleep, and said, “Go back to bed.” I did.
Well, at least you weren’t snorting Jello powder. I mean, next thing you know, you have a five-pack-a-day habit and are selling Fun Dip to elementary kids to pay for it.
That would’ve scared the daylights out of me, too. If L’il Wrekk starts back to college before Mr. Wrekker returns, you’d better have someone else staying with you.
When he was 3 or so our older son came into our room in the middle of the night and said he was getting water. He picked up a bra from the floor and went back to his room. When we went to his room he was trying to put it on his feet.
We have exit door alarms because I would sleepwalk out of doors. I fell off the deck one night.
Looks like I need one installed on the pantry door, now.
I’ve been exhausted all day.
I do not need another Jello orgy in the middle of the night. Just don’t need it.
Didn’t see this until just now and yeah, I LOLed. Can you claim you were under the influence of Ambien or the like?
A friend of mine will never touch Ambien again. You hear news reports of people getting pulled over by the cops because Ambien told them to go for a drive, or waking up in the morning to see a now-empty carton of ice cream on the kitchen counter. That friend of mine made peanut brittle (which involves hotter-than-boiling-water syrup. Eek.).
Luckily, the worst I’ve ever done while asleep was get up, go to the bathroom, start showering for the work day, wake up halfway through the shower and realize “it’s kinda dark out there”. I’ve had one or two very brief phone conversations too, back in my college days.
