Don’t Go Shopping In Your Sleep

I know about talking in your sleep. One of my brothers was a source of entertainment because he talked in his sleep.  The first time we heard him, we (my mother, sister and I)  rushed into his room to hear him mumbling about something. We asked him what he was doing. “I’m sittin’ on the curb with a man and we’re smokin’ cigarettes and waiting for Daddy to come home.”    No one in our family smoked.  My brother was only five.

Whenever brother was sleep talking we could ask him anything and obtain all sorts of juicy information such as who he liked, had he kissed her, where he really went after school?

Then I had a son who walked in his sleep.  When he was seven my family and my sister’s family were on my parents house boat.  The cousins – all boys – were going to spend the night on the deck. I wouldn’t let my little fellow sleep on the deck for fear he would sleep walk and fall in the 30 feet of water and drown.  Gramps knew that all little boys needed to feel like one of the guys, so he tied a rope around my little one’s waist and then tied the rope to his own leg so if the boy walked in his sleep it would wake Gramps and he could stop him before he went overboard.  And if the kid fell in the water, Gramps could pull him out with the rope.  Problem solved.  Ahh, how do we mothers survive?

I never knew there was such a thing as shopping in your sleep until I did just that last week!

A young man in my church had assisted me with adding air to my tires.  He noticed that I had a cut or crack about one-and-a-half inches long on the side of a front tire.  He also noticed that on the back tire of that same side there was some cracking.  He suggested that I start replacing my tires which were obviously very old, but I have no idea how old, since I just acquired the car in August last year.  He suggested going to Walmart (since I’m on a tight budget) and getting one tire replaced at a time.  So, there would be no big expenditures.  This plan also sounded good to Dragon Slayer, who suggested that I buy a tire every three months. In a year I would have a whole set of new tires.  DS also suggested I look for sales on tires.

I’m not a morning person.  I had had less than the needed 8 hours sleep for several nights.  Last Wednesday I planned to meet with some friends for breakfast about 15 miles from my house at 6 AM.  Ack!  Not used to going to bed early, I fell asleep sometime around midnight and got up at five.  Showered. Fixed my hair. Oh, and yes, I dressed.  Tried to look like I was vibrantly awake.  After scraping hard frost off my car windows in the cold air, I was still groggy.

I remember praying that I would be safe driving  and that I would stay awake behind the wheel.  The accumulated sleep loss over several nights was taking it’s toll.  I was 30 minutes late, but who was keeping count?

The breakfast was a fabulous time with women who loved the Lord.

I left there feeling rejuvenated! I wanted to go shopping for art supplies but the shops weren’t open.  I saw Sam’s and felt drawn to go there.  I was asking myself what would I need there, when I remembered the tire!  Yes, they sell tires at Sam’s club. And Sam’s would be less expensive than even Walmart.

The salesman was so nice. Looked at my tires, and said they were very old.  He suggested I buy not one tire, but at least two so the tires would be equal on the same axle.  I asked if he had a sale. He did. If I bought three tires, I got the fourth one free.  But, I went in there to buy one tire, not three.  I’m thinking I don’t want to go in debt for so many tires.  Charge one tire, then pay it off, then another, so on, was my plan.

I asked for a quote which he printed out for two tires, and then offered to do one for four.  I said that wouldn’t be necessary because I was thinking four would just be twice the price of two. Right?  Oh my.  Not thinking straight.

I then took his quote to where I have bought tires for the last 10 or 12 years.  The man there showed me where the tred was separating from a tire on the rear.  Scary.  However, they didn’t have the exact same size tire.  He said it was the same in height, but just a fraction of an inch narrower. He insisted I needed to buy four tires, not two.  His quote was just a little bit less than twice Sam’s quote for two tires.  His tires were not the quality as Sam’s tires – 60,000 to Sam’s 70,000 miles.  He did say his tires would be whitewalls.

By now my brain had completely turned to mush.  I forgot that at Sam’s if I bought three tires I would get one free.  I forgot everything.  I said, “Okay, put on the tires.”

The tires look funny – not funny ha ha, but funny peculiar.  My car looks like it sits higher above the tires. Neither the height nor the width is the same. It feels like I’m going to lose control if I am at the speed limit when going around curves.

It was Saturday when it hit me that I had paid for four tires that were the wrong size when I could have paid for three and got the fourth one free!  I wasted 60 dollars!  And more, I got less quality for my money.  I have been so upset and angry.  Not angry at the salesman who sold me the tires. He did not twist my arm.  I have been angry and upset with ME!  Why wasn’t I listening to the Holy Spirit? Why wasn’t I paying attention? Why? Why? Why?

I’ve prayed many times and asked forgiveness. I know the Lord has forgiven me, but I have had a very hard time forgiving myself.  I try to be a good steward of my money. I can’t believe that I threw sixty dollars down a rat hole.

I’ve stewed enough over this mistake. I have to except it for what it is – shopping in my sleep.  Did I punish my little one for going down a flight of stairs and out the door into the night?  When the screen door closed, waking me, and I ran down the stairs and outside to find my son heading for the dumpsters in his little bare feet and sweet pea nightgown, did I punish him? No, I scooped him up and kissed him. I brought him safely inside and put him in the bed with me so he would be safe and I would know if he got out of the bed again. But then, he was only 20 months old.

Why can’t I be kind to myself when I make a mistake?  Why must I demand perfection of myself?  Why can’t I just say, “Bless your heart, honey,  you were shopping in your sleep.”

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10 Responses to “Don’t Go Shopping In Your Sleep”

  1. Mary James Says:

    Hey mama Jean,

    That was a great story! I do understand perfection. I also try to do everything just right, and when I make a mistake I am pretty hard on myself. I am getting better at that now, and try not to worry as much, because God knows we are not perfect and that we are going to make mistakes. But it still can be hard. Love you, smiles Mary

    • Jean Moon Says:

      Mary, thanks for the encouragement and understanding. What I am learning is not to try to be perfect but to try for excellence. One is impossible and the other is to do your best and forgive yourself where you made mistakes. I’m so glad that God loves us and forgives us. Love you, my dear!

  2. Bob Stone Says:

    Great story Jean:

    Very interesting to read, Glad to see you blogging again…….Bob

  3. Lynn Hudson Says:

    That was indeed a great story! You write so very well. I am somewhat gratified with your admission… cause I didn’t want to be the first one to say I had done such a thing, lol. I’m sorry to hear that you wasted $60 when there was a cheaper and better way to have made the purchase(s). But, we are all human after all and we all will constantly make mistakes along our journeys through this life. Each trip or adventure of “Shopping In Your Sleep” must be taken somewhat lightly and we must forgive ourselves. After all, how can we forgive others if we cannot first forgive ourselves. Now, if we all could just learn to get a full nights sleep we would never have the problem again… and here I sit at 2:30am writing this, hahahaha.

    Be good to yourself and trust that God forgave you.

    Lynn

    • Jean Moon Says:

      Lynn, your reply was like ointment on a wound. It was comforting. It’s so nice to know I’m not the only one who shops in my sleep. Many times when I do something “dumb” I will laugh and say, “Well, I used to be a blonde, so I’m excused.” (I was a little blondie as a girl.) lol. But wasting or losing that much money, I just beat myself up pretty well over my dumb mistake.

      You are so right, that we must learn to forgive ourselves or else how can we forgive others? Jesus said to love your neighbor as yourself. This implies that we have to love ourselves too.

      I’ll try to be kinder to myself. It has been a learning experience. Don’t go shopping in my sleep! Be kind to myself, because I am a daughter of the King and I’m not perfect. And I am trusting that God has forgiven me, because he promised that if we would confess our sins, He would forgive.

      Thank you so much for your encouragement.

      God bless,

      Jean

  4. Jerry Moon Says:

    Sis
    Every week I go to sleep while shopping. ON Tuesdahys I go to Columbia and have three hours to kill between appointments and some place betweenWalmart and the mall my check book comes out and by the time I get home I have spent $100 (that is $5200 peryear.) And then I sleep a lot at my desk with mail offers and charitry organizations telling me what I just have to do. Sure I know I should support all these charities and good causes and I could use every gadget comming along but nether you or I have an unending checkbook so we must get our sleep in bed and be wider awake the rest of the time……
    Love you……Jerry

    • Jean Moon Says:

      Jerry,
      Thanks for reading my blog. I enjoyed reading about your shopping in your sleep. Good humor.
      I’ll try to get more sleep in bed where I am supposed to and stay awake while shopping.
      Love you too,
      Jean

  5. Donald Howard Smith Says:

    Well..I am sorry that you had to go through the ordeal of buying new tires. And not being at your best in terms of sleep deprevation didn’t help much either. But…I am glad that you made it through and that you can chalk this up as a learning experience. 🙂

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