The next morning, we were in the kitchen making breakfast when she looked down and exclaimed "I have two pants on!" When I asked her why, she responded "I don't know." Immediately, I knew what had happened and headed for her closet. Sure enough, in her hamper, was her shirt. On the floor was 2 more jammie shirts. When I called her in there and pointed it out, she seemed a bit confused. "I didn't do that."
"Ya, I believe you did hun. I think you were sleep walking."
"I didn't do that!"
"Well, I didn't put 2 pairs of pants on you in the middle of the night."
"Oh, ya. But I didn't put my shirt in there."
"Ya, I think you did."
This was the first time in my daughters life she was utterly speachess. I wish I hadn't been worried and trying to hide so I could have enjoyed the moment. I explained what sleep walking was and how her older brother in Nevada does it form time to time. That seemed to help, but she still seemed a bit freaked out about it. (I was too, to be honest.) While she was at school, she worked through it in her own way. She talked to her classmates. When I picked her up, she came running to me yelling "Maurice does it too!"
"Does what?"
"Sleep walks!"
"He does? You told Maurice?"
"Ya! I told him how I woke up in two pants and how took my shirt off with out knowing it because I slept walked. He said he sleep walks all the time too. He's slept walked to the bathroom before!"
"He did? Wow. So you feel better about it now?"
"Yup."
"Cool."
"I just hope I don't walk up with two pants on again."
Me too.
Happy Valentine's Day!