Are you trying to break up with me?
Naptime is ending our relationship. I am devastated. I thought Naptime was The One. And now, I think it's over. I spend my afternoons sobbing, thinking about what we had. How great things were. But I realize now, I took Naptime for granted.
I am not ready for this. I love Naptime. I thought Naptime would always be there for me. I have gone to great lengths to make this relationship work: tip-toeing around because Naptime demanded quiet, not seeing other people during Naptime, quitting all my activities to cater to the needs of Naptime. And now Naptime is dropping me like a bitch.
Over the last few weeks Jack has slowly stopped napping a few days a week. It started innocently enough with a day here or there. That I could handle because I chalked it up as an anomaly. But now it's every third day or so. And it is killing me.
Naptime is the two hours during the day that I get to sit down, eat something without a little person asking for either some of what I am having or to get up and get them something of their own. I can pee without an audience or seeing little fingers waggling at me from under the door accompanied by a screeching wail. I can sit on the couch and screw around online. Well, clearly I do that when the kids ARE awake, but during naptime I can do it without trying to shield the laptop from keyboard-destroying fingers.
I vowed naps would continue on for the duration of the summer, come hell or high water. Once Jack starts all-day preschool in the fall, he can run ragged for 12 hours for all I care because I won't have to deal with all 12 hours of it. But during the summer -- the summer I am pregnant and need all the rest and sanity I can get -- Jack and Emmie will nap at the same time each and every day. And if they don't want to nap, they can sit in their rooms and talk to the walls for all I care. But I don't want to see anybody's face -- no matter how cute it might be -- between the hours of 1 and 3 p.m.
Today's nightmare "nap" included multiple trips to the potty, rousing renditions of "The ABCs" and "Old MacDonald" and a straight hour of him screaming "Mommy, come in" at the top of his lungs. That little trick woke his sister prematurely, which resulted in me losing my mind because now I had two children awake where there should have been none.
It's not fair. I can change! I can go earlier. Or later. Anything Naptime needs. Please, don't leave me. I need you, Naptime. I can't live without you.
I am not ready for this. I love Naptime. I thought Naptime would always be there for me. I have gone to great lengths to make this relationship work: tip-toeing around because Naptime demanded quiet, not seeing other people during Naptime, quitting all my activities to cater to the needs of Naptime. And now Naptime is dropping me like a bitch.
Over the last few weeks Jack has slowly stopped napping a few days a week. It started innocently enough with a day here or there. That I could handle because I chalked it up as an anomaly. But now it's every third day or so. And it is killing me.
Naptime is the two hours during the day that I get to sit down, eat something without a little person asking for either some of what I am having or to get up and get them something of their own. I can pee without an audience or seeing little fingers waggling at me from under the door accompanied by a screeching wail. I can sit on the couch and screw around online. Well, clearly I do that when the kids ARE awake, but during naptime I can do it without trying to shield the laptop from keyboard-destroying fingers.
I vowed naps would continue on for the duration of the summer, come hell or high water. Once Jack starts all-day preschool in the fall, he can run ragged for 12 hours for all I care because I won't have to deal with all 12 hours of it. But during the summer -- the summer I am pregnant and need all the rest and sanity I can get -- Jack and Emmie will nap at the same time each and every day. And if they don't want to nap, they can sit in their rooms and talk to the walls for all I care. But I don't want to see anybody's face -- no matter how cute it might be -- between the hours of 1 and 3 p.m.
Today's nightmare "nap" included multiple trips to the potty, rousing renditions of "The ABCs" and "Old MacDonald" and a straight hour of him screaming "Mommy, come in" at the top of his lungs. That little trick woke his sister prematurely, which resulted in me losing my mind because now I had two children awake where there should have been none.
It's not fair. I can change! I can go earlier. Or later. Anything Naptime needs. Please, don't leave me. I need you, Naptime. I can't live without you.
posted by Amy at
8:15 PM
9 Comments:
Oh, honey. I so feel your pain.
Harry has not been napping for about 4 months, and it really sucks.
Then just for added fun, Jack dropped his morning nap, but he's still adjusting to just one, and he only slept for 45 minutes all day yesterday.
Waaaaaaaaah.
Does the no nap help with the pre-dawn wake ups?
Oh how I dread this day!
That Naptime is a heartbreaker! I am missing Naptime pretty bad around my house too!!!
I too dread the day nap time is no longer in my house. Hoping that my daughter keeps nap time through the rest of this pregnancy!
but doesnt he go to bed so much earlier now? both my kids dropped naps around age 2, but started going to sleep between 630 and 7 from then on. AWESOME.
I'm right there with you! X-man has dropped his afternoon nap (and he used to nap for 3-4 hours!). We now have quiet time and if the stars align just right, I can get him to fall asleep in the living room!
A positive side effect of X not taking a nap is that I don't feel like I *need* a snack every afternoon. That should help to get rid of the baby weight for a year and a half now!
Naptime is a fickle whore, which is why I replaced him with I-don't-care-if-you-play-or-sleep-or-jump-off-the-beds-and-break-your-legs-you-are-staying-in-your-room-for-three-hours-EVERY-SINGLE-DAY! time. Not as catchy a name but necessary for Mommy's sanity and the children's health
WHAT? You mean they stop taking naps? I quit.
My son would need down time well into Kindergarten. Maybe not a fall-asleep Naptime, per se, but we had him lie down and rest for 30 minutes when he came home from school (full-day K). Sometimes he would fall asleep, sometimes not. Either way he wouldn't be a monster and/or fall asleep in his dinner plate.
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