Last night was CRAZY: Trust me, you can’t make this stuff up!

Last night was flat out ridiculous!

It was crazy and I almost didn’t write about it. But now here I am the morning after and more in the mood to laugh about it so I figured I have to share.

It all started when my husband jumped up shouting, “what the..!”

We had just put the boys to bed about half an hour earlier. I was working on my laptop on the couch and Jason, my husband, was sitting on the ground watching football. I am not sure why he was sitting on the ground, but that is not the point right now.

So he jumps up and shouts “what the…!!” and immediately I know what he is freaking out about. A few weeks ago we were having trouble with a rodent problem and we had someone come out and take care of that said problem. But I instantly knew that problem was back when my husband jumped up off the floor.

“It ran behind the T.V.!” he says.

“Get a flashlight, I’ll get the broom!”

“Why are you getting a broom?”

“Cause I am going to hit that thing if it runs out!” As I grab the broom and stand on the couch.

So long story short we try to trap this thing. We end up chasing it out from behind the TV stand and it runs under the couch. Then we coax it out from under the couch and have it trapped in the dinning room. when my husband says

“We should be filming this!”

That would be funny I think, but I ain’t moving to go get my phone.

Why do these little creatures freak us out so much!? I don’t even think about walking on the floor. I am jumping from couch to chair in this whole process. So we have him cornered preparing to make our move. But in the back of my mind I still don’t know what we plan on doing with this thing when we catch it. But silly me, we never stood a chance. We weren’t going to catch that little guy, it was WAY to fast. Without warning it darts straight past us to the kitchen and under the stove then behind the cabinets.

Escaped!

ERRRRR!!!

So we get out some traps and set them for the night hoping it will be brave enough to come back out and then get caught. Then we head to bed.

Deciding to turn this night around my husband and I snuggle into bed and it’s looking like he might get “lucky” tonight. Now wait, hear me out. This might be TMI but it is very important to the rest of the story. Trust me, the rodent chase was not the worst part of this night!

So just as things are about to ‘heat up’, we hear it!

The door knob starts turning!

Our boys’ bedroom is right across the hall from our room. We can see their door from our bed. So we stop what we are doing and keep our eyes on the door concerned about being caught in the act. But instead of the groggy stumble out of the room as he says “I need a drink of water” or “I need to go potty” which is very typical, we see a little boy dart right out of the room like a man on a mission.

Instantly I know.

I try to call out to him “hey buddy what do you need?”

……

Nothing. Not a peep.

Crap. He is doing it again.

There have been two other instances where this son of ours has been caught sleep walking. Both times my husband has been awake to witness him. And both times he has darted straight to the refrigerator, opened the door and started to pull his pants down. Now like I said, my husband has always been there to catch him in this moment and direct him to the bathroom where he usually finishes his business then heads back to bed and has absolutely no memory of it the next day.

So the moment he doesn’t respond to my call I know he is headed to the fridge! Nooooo!!

“Get up! he is going to pee!”

So back to the TMI part and why that was important. I mean, we could have risked it, he was sleep walking after all. He probably wouldn’t have noticed the lack of clothes. The complete lack of clothes.

Shoot.

“Quick get your pants!”

So my husband jumps out of bed and stumbles to get his pants on as quickly as possible. But I know we are going to be too late.

The next thing I hear is Jason walking our son back to the bathroom asking him if he is awake but getting no response.

“He peed in the fridge didn’t he?” I ask.

The look on my husband’s face said it all.

The kid totally peed in the fridge.

OH MY WORD, are you kidding me? He peed in the stinkin’ fridge! He actually peed in the fridge! Who does that!?

So we put the sleep walker back to bed and went to assess the damage. Sure enough.

All. Over. The. Refrigerator.

There we were at 11:00 at night deep cleaning our entire fridge.

“I can’t get mad at him, he isn’t even going to remember it” I said.

My husband responds, “I am more upset by the fact that he ruined the fun I was about to have!”

At that point we just had to laugh.

We finish cleaning up the mess and head back to bed. The crazy night was over. Or so I thought.

A couple hours later I was woken up because another little boy had wet his bed.

“I am all wet mom.”

Are you kidding me? I am not cleaning up any more pee tonight!

So I put that little boy in some clean clothes and brought him right into bed with me and left his wet, potty soaked bed just the way it was and planned to deal with it in the morning. I was done!

Morning came and sure enough that sleep walker recalled nothing from the entire incident. We should have just ran to him naked, he wouldn’t have noticed! And we might have saved some helpless veggies!

I hope you got a good laugh at our expense today. It wasn’t very funny in the moment, but I know we will be laughing about it for years to come. In fact, I told my husband as we got into bed after cleaning the fridge,

“This is a story we will tell his wife some day.”

Sorry buddy, we just can’t resist.

Now please excuse me, as I have lots of laundry to get to.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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18 Comments

  1. I absolutely LOVED this!! We don’t have boys, but man, the idea of sleep walking scares me… I’m going to add this to my list of reasons why. Sorry for all the cleanup you had to endure, but man… hilarious! <3

  2. You have no idea how much I needed to know that I’m not the only one with a “rodent” problem. I live in a very old home and right around this time every year, we notice more and more of their presence. Who am I kidding. . .their presence never goes away in my house. No matter how hard I try.

    However, this past Friday night took it to a whole ‘nother level for me. I was sitting on the couch working on a blog post and I felt my sleeve rustle a little bit. I was wearing one of those oversized sweatshirts. . .you know the ones that make you feel all warm and cozy like you never actually want to wear “real” clothes again. I just assumed it was my sleeve readjusting. But, then, I felt it again. This time I noticed a little bit of movement out of the corner of my eye. I convinced myself that I was imagining things. But, just to be sure, I lifted the throw pillow that was nestled under my elbow. Sure as sh. .stuff, there was a “rodent” present. On the couch. With me. RIGHT THERE!

    I wasted NO time literally throwing my computer off the couch and then dive bombed off after it. End result – broken computer AND a broken toe. Never did catch the little monster, either.

    Your son peeing in the fridge is classic. Absolute gold when it comes to having material to share with future love interests! πŸ˜‰

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