Sleepeating

I've written about the crazy sleep-cooking habits of my husband before (scrambled eggs, anyone?), and about the tantruming of my two-year-old.

And there have been studies done about people who get up in the middle of the night and binge on hoagies and ice cream and then go back to bed without a single memory of their midnight meal.

But what do I write when all of these ideas come together so nicely? I don't.

I show a video.


Sleepeating from Sarah Markley on Vimeo.

On our almost two hour car ride back from the desert yesterday, both girls fell asleep. Exhaustion from a morning trying to squeeze in as much swimming and ping-pong as possible took over and they immediately closed their eyes as soon as the air conditioner kicked in enough to make them comfortable.

Forty-five minutes later, Naomi woke up, unsure of where she was but sure she was unhappy about being in a sweaty carseat.

"GOLDFISH, MAMA!" between whines and whimpers.

Of course, Your Royal Highness. Whatever you need to stay quiet and and not wake up your sister. That and we have about another hour in the car. More brown desert. No windmills to wow you and not many clean places to stop if we need to.

I handed her a cup of Goldfish crackers and she closed her eyes again. She began to eat while she fell back asleep.

I guess she takes after her father. We all know that he doesn't necessarily eat in his sleep, but he certainly does cook.