So, it's 1:15 in the morning and our doorbell rings...

three times really fast. Of course I'm the only one awakened by the noise. My heart is beating fast as I start punching Kent and waking him up. He is dazed and confused! I explain that the doorbell rang and it's 1:15 a.m.. We walk down the hall (me behind him), he looks out the window of the front door while I shield myself in the hallway. He says there's no one there. I assure him the doorbell rang several times. My heart is still beating fast. In my head I'm thinking some escaped convict has made his way to our house wanting in, but that doesn't make sense because would they really ring the doorbell? So I'm trying to be rational. Kent makes his way to the kitchen/garage door, I'm still hiding in the hall. I hear him talking to someone. I can't quite make out what he's saying, and since he's calm, I get closer. Kent comes back into the kitchen from the garage and tells me that my dear oldest son was peeing on the freezer! WHAT! .... WHAT! I then go to the doorway as Derek is making his way in. He is carrying a sponge and a wet vac attachment. I asked, what do you have there? He said, my clothes. Bless his heart...he has no clue where he is or what he is doing. He's sleepwalking! We've caught him 2 times before. Once he walked in our room one night while Kent and I were still awake. He proceeds to walk to my vanity stool, turn it on it's side and get in the pee pose. NOOOOOOO, I scream and he "wakes up" and goes to the real toilet. The next time he walks in our room and goes in the closet. I follow him knowing he's about to use the bathroom on my shoes. I stop him of course before that happened. Why all these events have to do with urinating...I have no idea!

This time was different than the rest. He went to the garage and rang the doorbell, peed on the freezer and picked up "his clothes". What's scary is, will he go outside next? He had no recollection of last night's events when he woke up this morning. CRAZY!