Uh oh. We have a sleepwalker on our hands. No, it isn’t Kayla. No it isn’t Madeline (who can’t leave her crib anyway). And no, it isn’t me. You guessed it. It’s Aaron.
The other night I woke at 3:30 a.m. The hall light was on, and Aaron was out of bed. I figured Kayla or Madeline had woken in the night and that I had slept through it all. So I got up to investigate what was going on. I went downstairs and found Aaron curled up on the couch.
He still has no recollection of the events and no idea why he ended up in the living room. What a funny husband. 🙂