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Dead of Night Dementia

Last night...I was awoken by a little one.


Standing at the side of my bed...

Just inches from my face. (Yikes! Startle city!!)

I totally had a case of "Dead of Night Dementia"...you see...he was talking to me...but, my brain couldn't make sense of what he was saying!

It was the weirdest thing ever.

Now that I'm writing this, maybe I dreamed it.

Huh...well...anyway...he says to me, "Hmpfta mmmapt lalala bilme."

Me, *blink blink* "What?"

Little A., "Hmpfta mmmapt lalala bilme."

Me, *blink blink...blink* "Huh?"

He, "
Hmpta mmmapt lalala bilme!"

Me, *blink blink...blink...blink* "Wha'?"

He, "
Hmpta mmmapt lalala bilme!!"

Me, *rubs eyes* "I'm sorry honey, what did you say?"

He, "It's scary in my room!!"

Me, *pats his head* "Oh...go back to bed hon."

He, "Okay."

And off he went.

Just like that.

Weirdest thing...ever. Still makes me scratch my head...

Maybe I was dreaming...


Comments

  1. Oh I hate that feeling--like you're trying to come out of a coma--nothing makes sense and your head feels like its submerged or something. Poor lil A . . . and funny that he just wanted you to tell him to go to bed :)

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  2. Isn't it funny how our kids just blindly trust us like that? Talk about childlike faith! (Good thing there weren't REALLY monsters in his room!) :)

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  3. Oh man! I gotta get ready for that stuff happening. Our lil one slept in bed with us for the very first time since we were not at home last night he is almost 2O months. I better get prepared!

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  4. conversations from the dead of sleep never go well. he probably thought you were more scary than the stuff in his room. lol

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  5. So funny! I feel that way every morning when Addyson comes in to greet me.

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  6. I used to sleep walk AND talk in my sleep when I was a kid. My mom would try to have conversations with me because I was so funny and incoherent.

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  7. that is so weird. I did/had the same thing last week when my husband wanted something.

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  8. My 4 year old started doing this! AND Sleep walking, scary stuff.

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  9. That is too freakin funny! My oldest daughter has done this to me before. Scared the begeezus outta me!

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  10. That is so funny! This happens to me EVERY single morning!!!

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  11. My daughter has sleep problems. Used to, a mouse peeing on a cotton ball would wake me up. Now, a train would have a problem getting my old, fat butt up and at em. She has told me so many times about her coming in to me during the night, and my telling her to do something really strange. *Go milk the chicken!* She thinks it's funny I've lost my mind. Moms gone nuts!

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  12. It could have happened...you never know...did you ask him??

    ~WM

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  13. I hate that feeling--your heart just about jumps out of your chest. Then it usually ends up being for no good reason... "Next time if you have to go to the bathroom, honey, don't wake mom up. JUST GO TO THE BATHROOM AND GO BACK TO BED!"

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  14. I get that at least once a week, and most of the time Boo is sleep walking. Now THAT is creepy!

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  15. This one has me rolling at my desk--the reason is because this happens to me on a regular basis. Mine usually sneak into my bed though without me ever waking until 3:00am and I can't move.

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