Sunday, June 03, 2012

Hitting our stride

By Friday we were pretty set in our routine: alarm clocks set for 7 (except a few travel days where we had to get up earlier), washed & breakfasted & ready to go - plans made, itineraries and maps checked, day bags packed - by 8:30 or 9 am. Then go, go, go, go! Come back to the hotel between 9 & 10 pm. Check email, download photos, charge camera batteries, talk about the day, confirm plans for next day, wash up & crash into bed at 11. Repeat until it's time to return to Canada!

Amelia & I were sharing a room in London. It was the only hotel where we had two double rooms instead of a quad and so it was that it fell to me to keep Amelia from wandering off.
 
I can’t remember now whether it was the first or second night there that I woke up in the middle of the night to the rattle of the hotel door & found Amelia ineffectually pawing at it. It turned out to be a fortunate thing that the hotel lock was a weird gizmo and required a fair bit of strength & dexterity to open.
 
“What are you doing?” I sleepily inquired.
 
To which she cheerfully replied “I thought I’d just go get some moisturizer.”
 
Uh-uh.
 
My kids sleepwalk. They sleeptalk. So does Roo. He likes to sit up in bed and make announcements in complete declarative sentences. I can’t be bothered with such activities. The only thing I do in my sleep is grind my teeth.
 
But the kids are more energetic. They also both had episodes of night terrors during early childhood and that is something I wouldn't wish on anyone. Trying to soothe a child who keeps staring through you and shrieking in panic as if a monster is standing right behind you is more than a bit unnerving.
 
Since this didn't involve screaming or freaking me out by making me think somebrainsuckingthingwithbigteeth was sneaking up on me, I was feeling pretty mellow. “How about you go to the bathroom instead and then go back to sleep?” 
 
“Ok,” she readily agreed.

I'm not even sure that I stayed up long enough to wait for her to return to bed. All I know is that in the morning she was there. 
 
And of course, she remembered none of this.

1 comment:

Sarah said...

Night terrors are the worst. My son started with those when he was 4 or 5 months... MONTH, not years... old. It's petrifying when your child who has been able to hold his head up since birth is as floppy and unresponsive as a seizure victim. He still gets them sometimes and he's 9 now. Anywho, he does sleepwalk sometimes. Glad this episode of yours was harmless!

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