Nothing about parenting consistently frustrates me more than the nap fail. Sleepy child at the right time of day, after the right amount of activity, and the right amount of food – invest 20 minutes or more in nursing and rocking and BAM! He’s wide awake. I just wasted all that time, and have to face being denied that precious productive period that happens during a nap.
Yesterday, I worked from home with Hugo for the first time ever. He’s so good about playing by himself with his trains or watching his shows on Netflix, that I thought everything would go smoothly. I kept his schedule as close as I could to the one he follows at school, and took him into his room for a nap around 1:00.
To be honest, I know he was tired at 11:00 am. But that was way too early, I thought. So I crammed myself next to Hugo in his big boy bed and patted his back while he nursed. I started to doze off (as usual) when Hugo said, “Mommy!”
“Yes, Bunch?” I asked, waking up and clenching my teeth at the bright eyed look Hugo was giving me.
“I saw a cow! And a sheep,” he said, just like his very first story last summer.
“Honey, you need to go to sleep,” I answered, after he told me the above-referenced livestock were out in the living room. He laid back down for a few minutes, then I hear
“Sometimes, Daddy goes to the store! And then he comes home.” All true, how could I be mad? He ended up crashing on the couch at 3:30 – the first time he ever fell asleep by himself at home.