Last Saturday I went to a batchelorette party. I left at 6 pm, and was toying with the idea of spending the night at the girl's house, depending on how much I had to drink, so I wouldn't have to drive home. We rented a party bus, so that part of the driving wasn't a problem. Anyway, the party itself wasn't much fun. In fact, I would have left early, had it not been that I was stuck on the bus. So, I didn't drink much, and decided to go home after.
LUCKY I DID.
I walked into the house at 2:30am, a few of the pets met me at the door, and were really agitated. I thought they were just excited. I smelled a weird smell. I couldn't figure out what it was, until I got to the kitchen. GAS. I was like what the heck? I walked over to the stove, and one of the burners was on, no flame, but leaking gas into the house! I freaked! I shut off the burner, and ran into the bedroom and shook my boyfriend to make sure he was ok, who woke up (thank God) disoriented. I said "you left the gas on on the stove!" He said "huh, no I didn't!" I said "get up, the whole house smells like gas!" and ran out of the bedroom, and opened every window and turned on all the fans. He was cooking at 6 when I left. I asked him "did you leave the burner on for almost 7 hours?" He said no way. He said he remembers looking at the stove clock at 2am wondering where I was, and went back to bed. He figures he must have turned it on then, while sleepwalking. I don't know, can only 1/2 hour reek up the house like that? And it's a safety burner, that you have to press down and then turn, so I know it wasn't one of the cats accidentally bumping it.
The thoughts going through my head...If I'd stayed overnight like I had thought I might. He, and all our pets, and maybe even the upstairs people, if the gas leaked upstairs or the house blew up, would be dead. If I hadn't come home. IfIhadn'tcomehomeifIhandn'tcomehomeifIhadn'tcomehome.....
Imagine, along with what else I would feel, the GUILT I would have if I decided to stay overnight because I was TOO DRUNK while almost everything I love in this world died!? I thank God every time I think of it, that he gave me sense enough to come home.
So, you see, my boyfriend sleepwalks. NEVER before has it been anything serious. He usually gets up and eats or drinks something, and comes back to bed, with little or no recollection of doing it the next day. He will talk to me and not remember it. He has opened cans of mandarin oranges, drank all the juice out of it, and put the can back. Or opens new milks, when there's already one open, and drinks from it, and puts it back, with the ring on the shelf next to it. Once, he cracked an egg on the kitchen table, left it there, and went back to bed. There are certain nights where he thrashes around a lot, but I chalk that up to too much sugar before bed. He has a thing for fruit snacks.
I dated an insomniac once, who had weird dreams and sleepwalked while on Ambien for the insomnia. He once ate an entire jar of pickles in his sleep, and woke up on the kitchen floor next to the empty jar the next morning. And one time, he woke up yelling that things were crawling on him. My boyfriend doesn't drink alcohol at all, or take sleep aids or anything. Occasionally, he just sleepwalks and does weird stuff.
Does anyone else suffer from this, or know anyone who does? What's your story, and how do you deal with it?
Oh, and the stove knobs now reside in a different hiding place every night!
LUCKY I DID.
I walked into the house at 2:30am, a few of the pets met me at the door, and were really agitated. I thought they were just excited. I smelled a weird smell. I couldn't figure out what it was, until I got to the kitchen. GAS. I was like what the heck? I walked over to the stove, and one of the burners was on, no flame, but leaking gas into the house! I freaked! I shut off the burner, and ran into the bedroom and shook my boyfriend to make sure he was ok, who woke up (thank God) disoriented. I said "you left the gas on on the stove!" He said "huh, no I didn't!" I said "get up, the whole house smells like gas!" and ran out of the bedroom, and opened every window and turned on all the fans. He was cooking at 6 when I left. I asked him "did you leave the burner on for almost 7 hours?" He said no way. He said he remembers looking at the stove clock at 2am wondering where I was, and went back to bed. He figures he must have turned it on then, while sleepwalking. I don't know, can only 1/2 hour reek up the house like that? And it's a safety burner, that you have to press down and then turn, so I know it wasn't one of the cats accidentally bumping it.
The thoughts going through my head...If I'd stayed overnight like I had thought I might. He, and all our pets, and maybe even the upstairs people, if the gas leaked upstairs or the house blew up, would be dead. If I hadn't come home. IfIhadn'tcomehomeifIhandn'tcomehomeifIhadn'tcomehome.....
Imagine, along with what else I would feel, the GUILT I would have if I decided to stay overnight because I was TOO DRUNK while almost everything I love in this world died!? I thank God every time I think of it, that he gave me sense enough to come home.
So, you see, my boyfriend sleepwalks. NEVER before has it been anything serious. He usually gets up and eats or drinks something, and comes back to bed, with little or no recollection of doing it the next day. He will talk to me and not remember it. He has opened cans of mandarin oranges, drank all the juice out of it, and put the can back. Or opens new milks, when there's already one open, and drinks from it, and puts it back, with the ring on the shelf next to it. Once, he cracked an egg on the kitchen table, left it there, and went back to bed. There are certain nights where he thrashes around a lot, but I chalk that up to too much sugar before bed. He has a thing for fruit snacks.
Does anyone else suffer from this, or know anyone who does? What's your story, and how do you deal with it?
Oh, and the stove knobs now reside in a different hiding place every night!