Sleepy Head

I am a well known sleepy head. When I was single and still lived at home I would sleep in most Saturdays and any day I had off to clear past lunch if not right up there too it. I know, I know, I would always hear "you are going to sleep your life away." But oh, it felt so good.

Then when I got married and got a real job I would just sleep in mostly on Saturdays or any day I had off until about 9:30 or 10 in the morning. Still felt great to sleep my life away.

Then when I started having kids all the sleep stopped. It didn't slow down it stopped. That is until recently. You see until recently I always had to get up to fix a bottle or calm a crying baby or change a wet diaper. But now my oldest is four and a half and my youngest is two and a half and they sleep through the night well into the morning. Do I miss those days, no. Some things I miss but the lack of sleep is not one of them.

So now when the clock rolls past 6:30 on an off day or a weekend I can usually coax one of the two boys to snuggle with me in the bed a little longer just so I may reach that 7:30 buzzer. 

Well, now I think my kids have figured me out. We had a recent day off from work and we were snoozin' away. At least I was. I heard the alarm but didn't move. Didn't have any plans so I didn't move. After awhile I could hear the rustling of the kids around the house. Coach had already gotten up. (Good luck keeping him in the bed past the alarm clock.) I heard my first prey running up to the bed. "Momma Get UP!" yells my oldest. While I'm smiling under the covers I trick him into climbing in the bed with me. I try my best to hold him down to snuggle but it doesn't last long, cartoons are playing in the living room.

I hear the steps of my next prey. It's Coach. Surely I can keep him down longer than Jackson. He grabs my foot and hollers "Get Up SLEEPY HEAD!" I try to coax him back in the bed with me and he has some excuse that he's cooking us breakfast so he can't. Sure.

A few minutes later I hear my third and final prey, Everett. This will be easy. He runs all the way in the bedroom jumping on the bed, "Momma, Momma Get UP!"  All I have to say is "I loves you" and he's mine. He crawls under the covers with me and snuggles long enough for me to doze back off. Then I hear "Momma, Momma ju gettin up?" "Sure baby, in a few minutes" I say. He then says "no, no, wheres ju hand? I need ju hand." "Sure baby, it's right here take it" I say back to him. When he grabs it he makes a grunting noise while he pulls and then says "Pull! Ju getting up?!" "Sure I will, give me a few minutes." Too funny! This kid has figured me out! I can't believe it. He finally gives up and runs back to his cartoons. I get a few more minutes before Coach comes back in the room and stands at the doorway, fussing this time for me to get up. He's knows better than to get closer to the bed or he's mine. After several empty promises to the boys I finally get up and wander into the living room where they are all eating pancakes and sausage and I say to them with a grin, "Why didn't ya'll wake me up for breakfast?"