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

Once upon a long yesterday....

Hmmm.... Here we go again! ;)


Once upon a long yesterday, I sat on the floor with the baby to play
I gave her a toy, she reached for a book, she gave me the grin when I gave her the look
A while went by and then she was done, the playing with toys on the floor was no fun
Into the walker so around she can cruise, I walk down the hall and I trip on some shoes
"Girls!" I yell loudly as I hit the side wall, "Come get your freaking shoes out of this hall!"
A shoe rack conveniently sits right by the door that apparently shoes don't go in anymore
I get to the kitchen to put dishes away when here comes the walker for exploring and play
"She can't reach a thing..." but I spoke too soon. She rolled to the dishes and grabbed her a spoon.
A big plastic spoon went straight to her face, some biting and drool, she must like the taste... :/
It's time for lunch so she goes in her chair. It's not "what will she EAT?" it's "what will I WEAR?"
Sure enough we both were covered in peas after eating and spitting and even a sneeze.
We both get cleaned up and it's time for a nap, but her favorite cup is in dad's truck.. oh CRAP!
Find another, it's just not the same... I swear if she talked she'd be screaming my name..
Some music, her blanket and a warm little drink.. Then slowly to dreamland she starts to sink...
I don't want to fold, I don't want to clean... I want to do NOTHING, you know what I mean!
The girls playing Legos and the baby asleep... Quietly to the couch I started to creep..
I pick up my tablet to read some of a book but before I get comfy I listen and look...
Still so quiet it's like nobody's here... As soon as it's on I notice gross smears...
What the hell is that? It's wet but it's not... I almost yelled "Girls!", I almost forgot..
Then I remembered and I did a small roar... "Looks like they're touching this tablet no more!"
I muttered and mumbled as I cleaned the glass. I just want a minute to sit on my ass!
I got twenty minutes which I GUESS was enough.. It was time to attempt my not so fun stuff.
Down to the washer of clothes not yet started then up to the kitchen where my daughter just farted.
"Go away, go away, you gross little thing!" she ran away laughing then started to sing.
Just a few tracks in my playlist of life.. My God, I'm a lucky mother and wife!
A short while later, the baby's awake... Please just stay happy, for sanity's sake...
Thankfully nothing but smiles and grins and a small little bubble of drool on her chin.
Out of the crib and up to my chest. Her little arms hug me like I'm simply the best..
Fast forward, it's dinner, "What should I make?" "Pizza" "Hot dogs" "I don't care" "Cake?"
More mumbles and grumbles, in the pantry I scan... Pasta? Chicken? I don't know man!
(I stood there for minutes, continued to look... Did I ever mention that I HATE to cook?!?)
Find something, prepare it, consume it, all right. Time to get ready for the end of the night.
Baby food, bath time, PJ's and teeth. "yes Mom the room's clean". Except the bed underneath..
"We'll get it tomorrow.." now time to read. Twenty minutes... "The End?"  INDEED!
Kisses and hugs, tucked in all tight. "See you in the morning, I love you. Good night!"
Warm drink for the baby and a nice little song.. Knowing she'll be up again before long...
"I'd love a massage..." with a nice little wink. My husband and I.. well, what do you think!
Went right to bed and fell asleep quick.. (That's the nice version without making you sick) ;)
Finally bedtime.. This day's been so long... My eyes feel so heavy.. The sandman is strong...
That's it. It's over. I'm finished. I'm OUT! The good happy ending that I'm all about...
Of course there was more, I could go on for days... And it might be amusing in so many ways...
But I'll come to a close and quietly pray.. That tomorrow will not be another today...

GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!!!! -Super Mom

Who SHOULD and who DOES get the praise at a BBQ...

One of the things I love about summer is the chance to attend or throw BBQ dinners. They're casual, comfortable, full of good food, usually good company and there's no real WRONG way to do one if you decide to host one. As long as you have a grill, food, and someone able to use both at the same time... You're golden! My girls and I got my husband one of those big barrel shaped grills for fathers day. It's huge, heavy, has shelves and even a convenient little temperature gauge on door to let you know when you're good to start cooking... He loves it and he is THE cook when it comes to grilling.. Well this grill chef of mine decided it would be a good idea to host a BBQ dinner tonight (2 days ago he decided this..) and it's Friday.. I get that the summer season is coming to a close and it would be nice to get a few friends together and cook out so I said sure why not.. My husband mans the grill... that his what HE will do to contribute to this night.. I mean that's the basis of a good cook out.. THE FOOD! If the food gets charred, is undercooked or is simply NOT GOOD... Yikes... That's what gets remembered as a bad BBQ... And yes, even though all he has to do is cook, that is what will be remembered... Meanwhile... Here is what I have the joy of doing... Moving the picnic table and chairs in a comfortable spot, confirm the people on the invite list, move the grill up from the basement (we live in the city and it's a NICE grill that someone probably wouldn't feel bad about taking.. precautions..), make a grocery list, BUY the groceries, prep the food, get ice for drinks, take out all the necessary table trimmings such as utensils, plates, napkins, sauces and other condiments, sides, etc., put the fan outside.... Yeah... Then he will take the already ready food, cook it, serve it, people will love it, get stuffed and thank him for all the work he has done... HA! Yesterday I took the liberty of moving the outdoor furniture so it would be one less thing I would have to screw with today and this morning I took the baby out to go get all the groceries... There will be a few people that I myself have never met meaning that I don't know what they like and don't like so it's either go minimal.. TRY to go safe.. or just get EVERYTHING. As I went around the store loading my cart with water, Pepsi, Mt. Dew, Coke, Sprite (that clueless yet usually safe variety), different salads, beer, hot dogs, buns, two giant packs of chicken, bottles of BBQ sauce, paper plates, napkins, wet naps, 18 ears of corn, chips, and pies, all I could think to myself is that if people bailed and decided NOT to come tonight... I just might go to jail! I struggled to make the last few turns seeing as my cart was so overloaded and HEAVY. The highlight was that my baby was sitting and smiling very happily taking all kinds of compliments from various people.. That little joy lasted until I made it to the checkout... yikes. Again, if they decide to not show... they better plan on staying IN for a while... I finally make it home, unload all of the crap from my car and decide I've earned a little bit to just SIT down and enjoy some lunch... I feed the baby, eat my lunch, get her ready for a nap and go out to where everything still sat in bags on the counter... There was SO much to do... I say there was like I actually did it already... I have not.. I decided to write this out first... ;) So with all of this stuff out in the open now, I will go and take care of everything and proceed to get ready for tonight... I will post onto this one once it's all said and done.. We will probably get a joint "Thanks guys!" but.. we'll see... Wish me luck and happy Friday!!!! -Super Mom





After the BBQ..........

After I took care of everything and an hour had gone by, I started to prepare the chicken and corn. My husband made it home about 45 minutes before the cook out was supposed to start. Everything was ready to go and it was up to him to start the grill and start cooking once we got closer... He told me that this thing was supposed to start around 6... 6 came.. then 6:15.. 6:35.. People started showing up here and there and the last guy staggered in around 7:15. It's a good thing I had everything READY! :/ My husband started cooking, everyone was around talking and starting with drinks and it was finally kicking off after hours of getting ready for it. The food was delicious and it was good to finally relax and enjoy it all. Best of all... once the compliments started, my wonderful husband didn't hesitate to say that he only cooked and it was me who did EVERYTHING else.. Awe... I must say, after all that.. it was nice to receive a little thanks! The scattered conversations, random shots and quite a few laughs lasted a few hours which I have to admit made it worth all the trouble. For the most part anyway. ;) I guess I'd be willing to do it all again. Not anytime SOON of course.. But maybe some day! Have a fun Saturday!!! Who knows, I could be back with a new story later! :) -Super Mom