Before I had a child I was totally annoyed by those people who said, "Oh, that time's not going to work for us. That's naptime."
Now that I have a child, though, I totally get it.
Naptime is sacred time. Naptime is precious time. Not only because it is "me time," but because naps magically put my child in a better mood. She may go to sleep a bit cranky, but she is all smiles and giggles when she wakes up. Seriously, it's like magic.
Unfortunately this past weekend our naptime routine fell by the wayside. And on Saturday afternoon we were left with one very cranky toddler who decided that all she needed was a little shut-eye while snuggling next to her pops.
And on Sunday morning we were left with a little one (who adamantly refuses to wear a shirt, by the way) who randomly fell asleep on our bedroom floor at 10 a.m.
And then on Sunday night we were left with a little one who was still awake at 9 p.m., literally jumping up and down in her crib, and all I could think was "this can't be good."
And then last night she woke up at 3 a.m. yelling "I want read books."
I think it's time to turn back into one of those annoying people.