The last few weeks we’ve had some really late bedtimes. On the days where Olivia naps she is up until ten thirty – and I am pulling out my hair with the lack of ‘down time’ when both of the kids are asleep.
She’s at that awkward stage where she is a trainwreck come five o’clock, making it seem like she needs to nap and being up until nearly eleven when she does take a nap.
That’s a whole lot of fun, right there. I love dealing with a trainwreck of a toddler screaming because her one-year-old sister looked at her the wrong way from across the room. Can you hear the sarcasm in that sentence?
However, I do love the down time that napping brings. I love the fact that the house can stay clean for the ninety minutes when no kids are awake. I like that I can binge watch Fringe on netflix and eat the chocolate chips that I told her she couldn’t have for lunch. I love the fact that it’s silent – well, except for the dishwasher, washer and typing. Nap time is catch up time. Nap time is regain your sanity and nap time is necessary for these snow days when it’s beautiful out but the kid just doesn’t want to go outside because the last week has been bike-riding weather and now, well, winter has returned.
No Naps? No Sanity.
So. We send her to her room anyway. She’s growing to like the room that she insisted have everything in pink. Throughout the hour I hear intermittent screams of ‘GO’ or ‘STOP’ as she plays the voice activated racing game on her iPad. She dresses up and doesn’t get upset when I come in to hang up clothes or put socks away. There’s no hour-long struggle to get her to have a nap and bedtime is simple.
Why haven’t we been doing this all along?