Talk about wishful thinking.
My oldest was never a sleeper. From the day we brought him home from the hospital, he spent much of his waking hours doing exactly that; being awake. Our pediatrician, much to my dismay, exclaimed "some babies just don't need that much sleep!" and as much as I wanted to punch him in the face and exclaim, "BUT I DO!" I smiled and went with it. Exhausted but surviving.
By six months old, he was down to only one nap per day and at best it would last maybe an hour and a half. I learned very quickly to do whatever I could during that time which at most was watch two DVR'd episodes of Real Housewives and cycle the dryer one or two more times. Okay, I kid. Mostly. But do you know how fast that time flies when you're trying to be productive?
Clearly I shouldn't have kicked the proverbial napping gift horse in the mouth because at 27 months old, my toddler has decided he is done with napping.
We're going on day four with no naps and it's nothing short of a miracle that I'm still standing let alone sober. It was hard enough finding activities to entertain him during his twelve waking hours of the day. What the hell am I supposed to do for that extra hour?
I know what you're going to say. "What about quiet time?" Believe me. I know all about quiet time. Quiet time in this house quickly turns into "let's empty every single canvas bin of books in my room and use them to scale the dresser" time. Or "I know my mom spent hours painstakingly organizing my closet by color! Didn't she know I'm more of a free spirit and prefer my closet to look like an episode of Hoarders?" time.
I know this is all part of growing up and blah, blah, blah but my toddler needs that nap!
Or is it me who needs that nap?
Regardless, I'll be uncorking a bottle of wine tonight and pouring just a little bit out for the
homies Toddler Nap, suburban mom-style of course.