I'm told that when I was a child, I had the habit of talking in my sleep. As I grew older, I have even awakened in the mist of conversation, unsure of exactly what I was saying, but quite aware that I was speaking. It seems that I have somehow passed this trait on to Shakir. Its not something that happens terribly frequent and it usually more amusing than a bother. But last night, my dear, sweet son took it to a whole new level.
As it was, I was fast asleep. I'm a light sleeper so it doesn't take a whole lot to wake me. I would have to be extremely tired or sick and on medication. Anyway, it had to be close to 2 am when I felt a little hand slap me on my arm and in an annoyed manner, a boy's voice said, "get up!" Being a mom, the first thing that came to mind is that he has wet his bed or he has to go to the bathroom or something along those lines. "What's the matter?" I asked, already on full alert. "Do you have to pee?" As I asked, my hand was searching the mattress for any signs of dampness, but there was none. "Are you having trouble breathing?" He has allergies and sometimes during the night, his nose is so congested that he can hardly breathe and I have to get up and squirt some nasal drops into his nose. So, there I was, completely concerned and ready to do whatever - super hero, right - when all of a sudden, right before my eyes, my son turned on his side and stretched out all catlike like he had never moved, and resumed a peaceful slumber. I was like, what the hell is this? Can you believe that he had been dreaming something and while in the throes of sleep, he sat up and woke me up. He was totally oblivious to the fact too, so again, being a mom, I decided to take the opportunity to send him to the toilet to pass water. He got up and was completely disoriented so he started to turn left, when he should have turned right. I stopped him and he sat back down on the bed. Again, I gave him a nudge and sent him to the bathroom. The child gave me a venomous scowl like I was really about to be on the receiving end of a serious tongue-lashing, but he didn't speak. Finally understanding me, he disappeared in the direction of the bathroom. When he finally came back a couple minutes later, he climbed into his bed and curled into a fetal ball and went back to sleep before I could blink properly. SIGH! A mother's job is never done!
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About AllisonAllison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero. Archives
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