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So….last night was a weird night. Strange things were happening when I was trying to sleep.
I am an extremely sound sleeper. I have always been worried I wouldn't wake up if the kids needed me, but I have always seemed to manage. Usually. It takes a lot for me to wake up during the night. This is also the reason I sleep through my 5:15 am alarm to go to the gym. I currently have a 5:15 alarm and a 5:25 alarm set. I still sleep through both of them.
Mr. Mayer talks in his sleep. I have known this since the beginning. And, it's not a whisper or a mumble. He yells. I will never forget the very first time he did it. He started yelling about the clowns and chickens. I thought he was talking to me at first and I was super confused. Very bizarre. I said something to him the next day and he had no recall of that happening. Another time he woke me up "flying" airplanes with his hands and talking about landing them. Again. No memory of this happening.
Olivia is an extremely sound sleeper. But~ she also talks in her sleep. She has slept in a pull up since she began potty training. I have tried several times over the last couple of years to go pull up free. I go upstairs and take her potty a few times during the night when we do this. She never wakes up when I do this. After I take her potty I usually end up laying her in the floor while I change her sheets and she never wakes up. She still soaks her sheets even after I change them and take her potty. I cut drinks off at dinner. I have talked to her doctor about it numerous times. His only answer is that it will come with time. She is a sound sleeper and they are the worst kind to get to stop peeing the bed. She just has to get a little older. Grrr…not what I want to hear.
So…back to last night. First I woke up sometime around midnight with Mr. Mayer on top of me (This isn't what you think!) squeezing me in a gigantic bear hug and rubbing his head on my shoulder. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I was in utter shock. I wasn't sure what to do. Before I could really react he lets go and rolls over. Clearly sound asleep. Weird. Great. He's progressing from yelling to hugging. I recover and go back to sleep. It seems like I had just fallen back to sleep with Olivia comes tearing into our room crying. She never says a word. Just crying. She goes to Mr. Mayer's side of the bed and crawls in. This is super weird. She never sleeps with us. She never gets in bed with us. She never stops talking when she is awake. Mr. Mayer is awake and flustered. He is trying to talk to her and she's just crying and getting into bed. I lay there. I was trying to let him be the hero. Mr. Mayer asks for some help. I suggest she had a bed dream. He runs upstairs. I mean, he takes off running. Olivia follows after him still crying. I still lay there in shock. It's 1:15am. Mr. Mayer comes back a few minutes later~alone. He tells me that Olivia got back into bed and was sleeping. I ask him why he ran upstairs. He said he was worried something had happened upstairs. I say again I think she just had a bad dream.
This morning when Olivia is getting ready for school I ask her why she came into our room crying last night. She had no clue what I was talking about. She asks me what I mean and I tell her again that she came into my room crying during the night. Did she remember? Olivia has no memory of coming into my room during the night. Later she says "I must have stubbed my toe or something." That's a little freaky.
I am hoping for a calmer night tonight. Though~ Olivia got up not long ago and went potty. All on her own. This is a big deal. It has never happened. She didn't just pee in her pull up. She actually got up and went potty. I am a proud Mama right now. She may not graduate High School still wearing a pull up.

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