I am sitting in the office listening to G go back and forth between hysterics and talking to his stuffed cat in his crib.
Its nap time, and these days, a nap is no longer a given. Especially afternoon nap. I'm not sure if it's because we in the midst of teething hell (four molars at once) or if he's just getting to the point where he feels he no longer requires the afternoon nap.
And if that's the case, I have to strongly disagree. In fact, I think the afternoon nap is QUITE necessary.
I'll be honest. Yes, it does help his mood in the evening, but I'm telling you, I NEED IT. There is a marked difference between one nap and two nap days. On two nap days, the house is cleaned, dinner is prepared and I've had a chance to read or bathe. Two naps are the way forward.
One nap sucks. One nap means I've either exhausted myself trying to do as many chores as possible, as quietly as I can manage, within a one and a half hour period of time. I'm sweaty and tired. And if the afternoon nap does not happen, I stay that way. Or, if I've wasted the morning nap doing something for myself, the house looks hideous.
There is no evening cocktail, slippers and perfectly made up wife at the door when B comes home from work.
Okay, that NEVER happens. But you get my point.
Afternoon nap, I love you. Please don't leave me. I can't go on without you in my life!