Watching my daughter turn 17 this past week, I realize she has developed a lot of the same characteristics as I possess (all GOOD traits, needless to say).
An affinity for technology.
A love of animals.
The pleasure of reading.
To name a few.
Unfortunately, she has also inherited a certain er, let's call it "idiosyncrasy" from hubby's side of the family.
Yes. Good characteristics from me. Idiosyncrasies from him. My blog. My opinion.
It's something that I had suspected for awhile now, but the events of the other night simply confirmed it:
0100: Being the weekend, the entire family hit the sack quite late.
0215: Because I am a notoriously light sleeper and/or the "Mom Instinct" kicked in, I awoke when daughter got up to use the bathroom. Fearing the flu had hit yet again, I heard her shuffling around in the medicine cabinet.
0230: Seemingly fine, she returned to her bedroom for the rest of the night.
Sometime later I finally drifted back to sleep, reassured she was okay.
In the morning I was already awake (and yes, at the laptop blogging as usual) when daughter emerged from her room looking confused. She told me she remembered taking out her contacts before bed last night, but when she got up, they were back in again.
She had no memory of getting up in the middle of the night.
She had no memory of putting in her contacts.
She had no memory of placing all her supplies back in perfect order in the medicine cabinet.
Yup. She was sleepwalking last night.
So when hubby finally awoke, I blamed him. For you see, his mother has often recited stories of family sleepwalkers.
Thanks dear. Thanks so much for that contribution to the gene pool.
But noting how meticulous she was, I can't help but think it's really a shame she doesn't clean her room in her sleep...
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