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Naps: Totally Overrated
Oh boy, here we go again! My little one has started his infamous “I’m not tired” wiggle dance, looking like a boneless noodle as he thrashes his sleepy limbs around. I give my best attempts at snake charming, but, of course, he outsmarts me. So, I make a quick decision to hit the store, knowing that by the time we’re back in the car for the ride home, he’ll be out cold. And guess what? My plan works like a charm! I carefully lift his car seat out and tiptoe to the front door. Just as I’m about to make my escape, our neighbor pulls up and rolls down his window.
I turn the car seat so he can see my sleeping angel and start waving like a maniac. “He’s asleep, right?!” my neighbor shouts. And just like that, the baby’s wide awake. “Oh look! He’s awake!” Do you want to chat for ten minutes now? Because I do not. I really, really do not.
Once I finally get rid of him, I notice my baby’s eyelids are drooping again. Yes! I slowly insert the keys into the door and open it with painstaking care, but that creaky door is my nemesis. He stirs a bit but keeps his eyes closed. Ah, if only I remembered to grab some WD-40 before this whole operation!
Oh, but wait—I forgot to put the dogs outside! Like furry tornadoes, they charge into the living room, barking at the top of their lungs. I try to shush them, explaining that the baby is trying to nap. They respond in perfect unison with a loud “I-don’t-care” howl. My son’s eyes are now wide open, taking in the chaos. I must act fast, so I scoop him out of the car seat, cuddle him, and kick the dogs outside.
He snuggles into my shoulder, and just as he starts to drift off again, there’s a loud knock at the door. I snap up and fling the door open in frustration, but the UPS guy is already climbing into his truck. My package didn’t need a signature, but he decided to ding-dong ditch anyway. Fantastic.
Realizing this will take more than swaying and lullabies, I plop down on the couch and start breastfeeding. After about ten minutes of snacks, he’s back in dreamland. I prop my feet up, lean back, and close my eyes. Maybe I’ll sneak in a nap too because, boy, do I need it!
I start to relax, feeling the weight of the day lift, and I’m on the verge of sleep when suddenly, a horror-movie soundtrack blares outside. Panic sets in until I realize it’s just the gardeners. My son gives me a mischievous smirk, weighing his options about going back to sleep. With a big thumbs down, he decides that his ten-minute nap has recharged him like a hundred men, and my hopes for daytime sleep vanish into thin air.
I silently mourn the loss of my nap, pour myself an iced coffee, and regroup. Naps are overrated anyway. We’ll give it another shot tomorrow!
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In summary, parenting can be a wild ride, especially when it comes to naps. It’s a battle of wits between you and your little one, and sometimes, the odds just aren’t in your favor. But hey, there’s always tomorrow to try again!