At about 10:00 p.m., I was sitting here at my desk in the family room which is adjacent to the kitchen. Working, as usual. I heard footsteps come down the stairs–they sounded more like my son than my husband, but then the front door opened. Oh, I figure, in that half-paying-attention way, must be my husband retrieving something from the car.
Then, the door opened and my 6-year old daughter walked back inside, into the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator and opened it. I jumped up, realizing that she must have gone outside and furthermore, that she must be completely asleep.
“Are you sleeping?” I said to her and as I approached, she started to take off her pajama shirt. I said, “Hey, look at me. Are you awake?” She started to cry a little, so I picked her up, told her she was asleep and took her upstairs. She was shaking when I put her into bed, then she asked to use the bathroom. As she sat there I said, “Did you go outside?” and she couldn’t answer. I think she was still asleep.
I put her back to bed and deadbolted the front door! The very idea that she would do such a thing scared me silly. At least she can’t quite maneuver the deadbolt. And I suspect that if the lights in the whole house were off, she would just come into my room, even if she were sleepwalking.
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Meanwhile, the rain continues to fall here in the Pacific Northwest. A few weeks ago, we had record cold temperatures and an unusual amount of snow. Now, we’re having more rain than a region should be allowed to have. (I think this much rain might be illegal.) A bunch of rivers have overflowed their banks, people are being evacuated and I’m going to build an ark.