“Does he still nap?” asked the doctor about Evan.
“That’s great!” she said with surprise dripping off her voice.
Until this week.
I knew the end was coming.
I read other blogs, talked to other moms. He was missing a nap or two a week. I could only get him into the afternoon pre-kindergarten, which starts on the 23rd. I knew the end was coming.
Supposedly he’ll go to bed earlier now that he doesn’t nap. But that risks a return to the 5am wake up calls. I will not risk THAT again.
What of my blog time? I write and read mainly during naptime. I NEED that time to regroup. Sure, I read at night too, but I have to share the night with laundry, chores, The Daily Show, True Blood, maybe a book here and there. Oh, right, and The Husband when he’s in town and not working. I guess it would be nice to flirt a little bit before I demand he do his husbandly duty.
I should be more prepared. I should have bought books for this stage. I should have checked out books. I thought I could handle everything. I need that naptime back. Preferably until he’s in an all day school and then every weekend until he moves away to college.
Ok. I can handle this.
We need rules.
1) You have to be quiet. If you wake up fyour brother, you’re going into time out.
2) You can’t be cranky. If you get cranky, you’re taking a nap.
3) Don’t bother Mommy when she’s working. She needs this time. I will lock you in a closet if you bother me. Or use duct tape like your Papi did on me.
Three simple rules. That’ll fix it.
Stop laughing. I need this.