In the middle of the night, I woke up to Harper crying. She was still asleep, but talking: “Mommy! Mommy, don’t do that, Mommy. I don’t like that, Mommy. No!” And then back to sleep.
It’s not the first time she’s blamed me for something I did in her dreams. A few weeks ago, she woke up to go to the bathroom, but never woke up entirely, so she had a major meltdown in the bathroom and it was all I could do to get her pants back on. I finally left her yelling on the floor of her room and went into the living room to wait it out. After a few minutes, she started screaming, “No, Mommy! Don’t take off my pajamas!”
Several hours later, R. went in to check on her and found her completely naked.
When I told this story to my parents group at church, one of them said, “That kid will be working things out in therapy that you didn’t even do.”