Thank you random citizens...

Even with all of the crazy stuff going on with people these days, I still believe that there are really good people left in the world. I try to be one myself when I can and it makes me happy knowing that I have helped someone..   When I say "good", I don't mean that they do EVERYTHING for EVERYONE all the time with no hesitation. I mean a person willing to do something, even something SMALL, without worrying or hesitating. I, like any other person, have run into several a-holes and rude people...My interactions with THESE kind of people have been like this...

-They grab a cart when I'm about to put my hands on it..
-They pull into a parking space I've been waiting to park in..
-They stand in line for a minute then quickly jump into the newly opened overflow lane even though I've been waiting for 10 minutes..
-They stare at me or give me dirty looks while I walk around alone or with my kids...
-They are in front of me in a checkout line and complain about EVERYTHING so they can try to get a deal they don't deserve making waiting even longer...
-They say stupid and ignorant things knowing I can hear them...

And so on... THAT list could go ON AND ON.... and on...

But NOW I want to throw a big THANK YOU! to all of those strangers who have honestly helped me when they didn't have to.. but did anyway..

Thank you to....

-The very tall man in Wal-Mart who helped me get juice from the back of the very top shelf! (I'm vertically challenged.. I would've had to climb...)
-The sporty looking woman who held the door open for me and the stroller at the post office! (Because we all know how fun THAT can be alone...)
-The guy who threw in a free breadstick bag because my pizza took longer than expected! (Who doesn't like that???)
-The man in the booth across from me who grabbed my daughters sippy cup before it could roll away at Texas Roadhouse.
-The lady who took my cart after I unloaded my groceries in the car so I wouldn't have to walk it back into the store with the baby.

That was just five examples of five sweet people who did little things that made me smile. And that was just in the last 8 days! :) It should be a goal that someone should do something nice for someone else every day or at least the days where they are able to.. It's a crazy thought but sometimes even the smallest favor or help make the biggest difference in someone's day.. I'm grateful to those random people out there who have helped me when there was nothing in it for them for doing so other than receiving my thanks. I wish there were more of you out there for me to run into and I hope that someone has thought that about me even once. I read this somewhere and totally agree...

"If you wait until you can do everything for everybody, instead of something for somebody, you'll end up doing nothing for nobody.."

Think about THAT! ;) Have a great night Super People!!! -Super Mom

The creepy sleep walker child strikes again....

Good evening... So I was reluctant to say anything after my first very frightening freak encounter with my daughter while she was apparently sleep walking (see "A totally freaky, super creepy, SCARY midnight encounter... :/" and you'll know exactly what I'm talking about!) but there have been a FEW instances since then and I'm starting to think it's not going away anytime soon.... The first time was the scariest to me to be honest.. She looked like she was just.. NOT HER. Possessed almost... Not in the demonic "Give me your SOUL!" kind of way but still... Just, not right.. Anyway.. The second case occurred just a couple months after the first. I was sitting in bed around 10ish reading and my husband was in the game room playing on the computer. Just as I'm flipping to my next page, the door opens and it's him. I look at him waiting for him to say something and he whispers "come look at this.." I have to admit that when ANYONE says that it usually means there's something NOT pleasant waiting for me to look whether it be a spider, a mess, or who knows what else.. I push the covers back and stand on the floor and walk to him. He starts creeping, very slowly I might add, to the kitchen and I saw that he had turned his phone camera on... He tells me to stay at the doorway and watch. He then goes around through the other door. I push the door that I'm standing at open and I hear the sink running. I look in and see my daughter standing on a small step stool holding the faucet lever up.. Ok... He was on the other side of the kitchen and with his camera focused on her he says "What are you doing baby?" She then turned the water off, stepped down off the stool, walks over to the trash about 10 feet away, lifts up the lid, looks at the trash then closes it. She then stands still for just a minute before she goes BACK to the stool to turn the sink BACK ON with her hand still on the lever... I look at my husband and his eyes are wide without a clue as to what's going on.. I step into the kitchen and say her name.. Nothing. I say, "what are you doing?".. Nothing. After another minute, water off, steps down, walks to the trash, lifts up the lid, looks, closes the lid, back to the sink... What the HELL is going on??? She wouldn't have been able to NOT laugh had she been fully aware and conscious... When she returned to the stool and turned on the sink YET AGAIN, she did one thing that was different than the other times.. She crossed her legs.. No freaking way this is happening right now... I started walking to her asking if she had to go to the bathroom and she looked up and had a faint smile under her tired eyes and then.. it happened.. Yup.. Right there in the kitchen.. She peed.. Without moving and without uncrossing her legs.. My husband, now thoroughly freaked out with flashes of the Exorcist going through his mind I'm sure, put his phone down, turned off the sink and helped her off the stool. I grabbed her hands and tried again to say her name while looking right in her eyes. No real connection... I took her to the bathroom and helped her out of her PJs. "You're going to take a quick shower ok?" She rubbed her eyes and said "Ok". Once she got out of the shower I handed her the towel and some new clothes and asked "Do you remember being in the kitchen?" She looked at me and said "I got a drink from the kitchen before bed. That time?" WHAT!!!! Deciding that it wasn't the best time to try to reason, I tucked her in bed and closed the door behind me. My husband was waiting in the hall. "Did you see that? That is creepy, very creepy!" I just looked at him and thought of the time before when she actually scared the hell out of me... "I have no idea...no idea.." I said on my way back to the kitchen to mop up the mess... A month had gone by without another occurrence and I was MORE than happy about that.. I thought about that night and remembered ONE instance where I had sleepwalked once myself... I was about seven (same as her now...creepy...) and I remember walking down stairs and turning left to go to the bathroom.. The bathroom was actually to the RIGHT. Still, to the left I went. I stopped right in front of a heater that was built in the wall. I stood there for a minute then pulled down my pants and.. peed on the floor! When I was done, I pulled the pants up and walked back to my bed... Of course this is what I was TOLD by both my parents who apparently watched in some weird awe while it happened! Hmm... Now I'm here in the NOW and I'm the sideline parent who hopes that door doesn't open in the middle of the night! Moving right along.. The next one happened, you guessed it, in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT and she's lucky she didn't get knocked down (had she done this to her dad... she probably would have! He doesn't like being "spooked" especially right out of sleep..). So I'm in bed and asleep as anybody should be at 2:07am and I'm a light sleeper meaning that if you walk down my creaky ass hallway, I will hear it and wake up. In fact, there aren't many ways you can walk and NOT make a sound so... there you go.. Anyway.. I'm asleep with the fan blowing as usual and I feel something on my leg on top of the blanket. I open my eyes and standing right beside my bed is my daughter.. The thing I was feeling was her hand just sitting, right there on my leg. My room is dark but there is a tiny night light on my side table which is enough for me to see the diapers and stuff for the baby in the dark.. With that tiny bit of light, I could see that her eyes were fully open and staring at me. I was startled and just assumed she had a bad dream so I said "What's wrong?" and I got nothing in return... Here we go again? REALLY??? I slide over and move her hand off my leg and it drops right to her side. I grab her shoulders and look at her still looking at me. I give her a tiny shake while saying her name and all I get is a smile. A CREEPY FREAKING SMILE! I wasn't dealing with this crap in the dark and so I let go of her and turned on the lamp next to me. I looked at her and her expression hadn't really changed. I grabbed her hand and gave it a little smack. She laughed! Really, REALLY trying to overcome being scared by this small child, I pulled her close to me and told her she needed to go back to bed. After a second, she looked at the light from the lamp. "I need a drink of water." She said. I said her name again.. She looked at me. "Can I have a drink of water Mom?" I had to say it.. "Are you awake right now?" Her face turned to a familiar expression of "are you serious..." and she said "of course.. I'm talking" YEAH! YOU ARE! My heartbeat slowed and steadied itself and I told her to grab a quick drink then to go to bed. "Will you tuck me in again?" I get out of bed and take her to get her drink and then tuck her in. I closed the door behind me and waited a few minutes before I poked my head back in. Sure enough.. ASLEEP! Shivers went down my spine. I didn't want to turn the hallway light off to go back to my room in fear that she may just APPEAR somewhere unknowingly in the dark! I turned it off and like a scared child, I ran to my room, closed the door and jumped (yes JUMPED) into my bed like I was trying to avoid getting pulled under it... There were a few other minor (as in didn't give me my OWN nightmares) times that she would just blankly walk to the bathroom or hall before turning around and going back to bed. But we had a weird one happen last night. It's not scary, just.. weird... The girls had been in bed for about an hour and a half and I was in bed reading a book on my tablet. Because the baby was stirring with my lamp on, I decided to turn it off to read my last few pages for the night before I myself went to bed. Not two minutes had gone by after turning off the light when I see a shadow walk by my door down the hall. Yes it was her but she was actually moving "normal" in her underwear and I figured she was just grabbing some water. Ok, fine. I look back at my story then something catches my eye out in the dining room across the hall from me.. She had run, yes RUN, into the living room from the kitchen.. Ok... I stared waiting for something else to happen and sure enough, she ran back to the kitchen. I saw the kitchen light was on and then without taking my eyes off of the dining room, I see her walk back into the living room.. NAKED! What the.... She then turns on a lamp in the living room before going BACK to the kitchen.. I just had a feeling... it was happening again... As I got out of bed she cut across in front of my door (still nude) and I saw the light from the bathroom turn on. I look in there and she's sitting on the toilet with no underwear in sight. "Are you ok?" I can't help but ask such dumb and simple questions... She looked up at me and when I asked where her underwear were, she simply shrugged like she had no idea! I told her to turn the light off in both the bathroom and living room when she was done. Thankfully she heard that because one after another I saw the lights go out and heard her door close. I gave it a few minutes then went to check in. She was in bed, asleep and thankfully was awake enough to get new underwear. I was so tired from the long day that I didn't feel like going on a panty search and so I climbed into bed and fell asleep myself. This morning while I was making school lunches and the girls were getting their breakfast, I hear my oldest daughter in the pantry... "What the.. Why are there UNDERWEAR in here?? That's gross! My FOOD is in here!!!" I looked at my daughter and she plainly said "Those aren't MINE." I then told her about the night before and how she ran naked through the house to and from the living room, kitchen and bathroom. She smiled and said "Really?" Oh boy.... SO... That is the fun that I get to deal with randomly through the nights... I'm really hoping that these instances will just DISAPPEAR here sooner or later.. Sooner.. not later.. Wish me luck... She's been in bed for an hour... which means I COULD see her ANYTIME now.... Good night! :/  -Super Mom