Longing for more sleep

By Eva Faircloth
Contributing Writer
Posted 6/20/07

You know the eerie feeling you get when you think someone’s watching you? I get that a lot. It’s usually at 5:45 a.m. when all I want is another five minutes of sleep.

Gavin is the most expensive alarm clock I’ve ever invested in. I don’t …

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Longing for more sleep

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You know the eerie feeling you get when you think someone’s watching you? I get that a lot. It’s usually at 5:45 a.m. when all I want is another five minutes of sleep.

Gavin is the most expensive alarm clock I’ve ever invested in. I don’t bother setting the timer on the “old” model anymore. I know, like clockwork, Gav will be down to greet me.

On most days, I don’t hear him easing down the stairs with his blanket in tow, but I can feel him. With his nose three inches from mine, I can feel his steamy morning breath on my face. Some mornings I lie there…as still as possible…not opening my eyes…trying not to breath or show expression. You know, like you do when a cat wants your attention and you’re too tired to pet it.

Five more minutes, Gav, just five more minutes.

No such luck. He saw my eye twitch when his breath hit my nostrils.

“Mommy, you had a good nap,” he asks as I gasp for fresh air.

Without allowing me the opportunity to answer he gives me his list of planned activities and outings for the day. It’s a long one. He informs me we will be going to play in the fountain, then to see the penguins, down to the beach to play in the sand and then we will make a stop at his cousin Austin’s house. Obviously, he and I had different plans for the day. I wonder who will win.

Forty-five minutes later the other early riser awakes with one thing on his mind. “Juice! Juice! Juice,” he demands. I’ve learned to leave a full juice cup in the fridge every evening for him now. He doesn’t really understand – or care – about being patient in the morning at this point.

Eventually, they both make it to my room to snuggle their Daddy a little and serve as his alarm clock with the steamy breath treatment I already received. For a little while, I’m off the hook so I settle down on the couch to catch those five more minutes of Z’s.

Eva Faircloth is a former newspaper editor and current Mary Kay independent sales director who resides in Loxley with her husband, Lee, and two sons, Gavin and Ethan. She can be reached at eva@cyrisoft.com.