Crap nap wrap
Oh my holy hell. For the first time in two years Jack did not take a nap today. Instead, he sat in his crib and talked and sang. For two hours. Without sleeping. Did I mention there was no sleeping?
I went up there a few times to tell him to Go. To. Sleep. And I changed a poopy diaper. But he refused to relent to the sandman.
The Gods of Stay At Home Motherdom shined upon me, however, because Josh was working from home this afternoon and Grandma was here, so I was able to escape and let her deal with the no-nap boy.
I left for a jaunt downtown to pick up Emmie's birth certificate at the 90-minute mark with instructions to get him up at two hours if there was no improvement. When I came home, there he was, sitting on the couch like it was a regular old afternoon.
By the end of dinner, he was showing the signs of impending meltdown. He threw himself on the floor at the restaurant as we were leaving because he wanted to put his coat on while standing on the floor instead of standing on the high chair, like he usually does. We were lucky to escape with our lives in that one.
After we got home there was a quick bath and he had a vacant look on his face as I read him "Goodnight Moon" and that ended the day. He was awake for 12 hours before he crashed hard, almost immediately after we put him to bed. And that never happens.
This is SO not allowed. Mommy needs nap time for things like eating lunch and blogging and you know, sanity. Jack needs nap time for things like growing brain cells. Not taking a nap is not an option in this house. Especially not with two children.
What might piss me off more than the actual act of not napping is the idea of not napping. Like I was this smug little mother, secure in the fact my child sleeps well. He goes to bed at 8:30 p.m. and he sleeps until 8:30 a.m. and he takes a two-hour, sometimes three-hour, nap. I haven't had sleep issues with this kid in forever. So of course it came back to bite me in the ass. Rule No. 1 of parenting: just when you're feeling smug, you will get the smackdown.
I am pretending this didn't happen and it's an anomoly. Repeat after me: there will be more naps, there will be more naps, there will be more naps.
I went up there a few times to tell him to Go. To. Sleep. And I changed a poopy diaper. But he refused to relent to the sandman.
The Gods of Stay At Home Motherdom shined upon me, however, because Josh was working from home this afternoon and Grandma was here, so I was able to escape and let her deal with the no-nap boy.
I left for a jaunt downtown to pick up Emmie's birth certificate at the 90-minute mark with instructions to get him up at two hours if there was no improvement. When I came home, there he was, sitting on the couch like it was a regular old afternoon.
By the end of dinner, he was showing the signs of impending meltdown. He threw himself on the floor at the restaurant as we were leaving because he wanted to put his coat on while standing on the floor instead of standing on the high chair, like he usually does. We were lucky to escape with our lives in that one.
After we got home there was a quick bath and he had a vacant look on his face as I read him "Goodnight Moon" and that ended the day. He was awake for 12 hours before he crashed hard, almost immediately after we put him to bed. And that never happens.
This is SO not allowed. Mommy needs nap time for things like eating lunch and blogging and you know, sanity. Jack needs nap time for things like growing brain cells. Not taking a nap is not an option in this house. Especially not with two children.
What might piss me off more than the actual act of not napping is the idea of not napping. Like I was this smug little mother, secure in the fact my child sleeps well. He goes to bed at 8:30 p.m. and he sleeps until 8:30 a.m. and he takes a two-hour, sometimes three-hour, nap. I haven't had sleep issues with this kid in forever. So of course it came back to bite me in the ass. Rule No. 1 of parenting: just when you're feeling smug, you will get the smackdown.
I am pretending this didn't happen and it's an anomoly. Repeat after me: there will be more naps, there will be more naps, there will be more naps.
posted by Amy at
8:36 PM
5 Comments:
Oh, oh no. I am so very sorry. There will be more naps! If not, maybe grandma should just move in. ;)
If it helps, my 2 year old Emmy *occasionally* will skip a nap, but it is just an off day...she will go right back to napping the next day. I cannot even begin to promise Jack will be the same, but I hope he will be. Like Jack, she is a consistent sleeper these days.
More naps are in the future. Maybe not regular, but he will nap. Just wait until he starts climbing out of his crib, then you'll hear the pitter patter of foot steps when he's supposed to be napping. But again, he'll get used to a big bed and eventually nap in his bed. but I have seen "tents" that go over the crib, to keep them in there longer I guess. Never tried it.
fingers crossed for more naps!!
So, I knew I shouldn't have commented. We had the no nap crap here on Saturday. Yuk.
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