Dear Boys: Don't Worry, Be Nappy
Dear Boys,
It's nap time. That means you are given the opportunity - nay, the encouragement - to go lay down and rest your drowsy little heads for as long as you want. The longer the better.
You're still whining about how terrible this is, and how you don't waaaaaant to naaaaaaap, and how it's not faaaaaaiiiir that grownups get to stay uuuuuuuuup. Perhaps you don't understand, so let me just clarify. YOU ARE FREE TO LAY DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY AND SLEEP FOR HOURS IF YOU WANT TO. My sons, this is a gift I would give my right boob to have. Or no - my left one - it's bigger. Which should tell you just how serious I am.
Do you realize what an amazing thing naptime is? Apparently not, judging by the number of times you get out of your bed. ("Mommy, look what I can do!" *peels lower eyelids down*)
Let me tell you what Mom naps are like. When I take a nap - assuming there's even a few spare moments in my time budget, which 90% of the time there are not - it's a process, and not necessarily an enjoyable one. First I fight off the inevitable guilt: why should I even be considering a nap when there's so much to be done? Second, that aforementioned "stuff that should be done" goes undone when I nap. Which means it's waiting for me when I wake up, at which point I'm behind schedule. Third, the nap itself is less a peaceful descent into a gentle, refreshing slumber, and more a jerky start-and-stop train ride. I drift off, but wait - was that the phone? Drift off ... wha-? Did I hear the baby? Drift off again ... wake with a jolt when I think I've slept past however many minutes I've allotted myself. And I don't dare sleep on my comfy bed, for fear my exhaustion will put me into a deep sleep and I'll miss school pickup time which would create a whole new fiasco.
You, on the other hand, get to snuggle into a carefully-prepared nest of the softest blankets and fluffiest pillows. And if that's not enough, it might include soothing music and someone rubbing your back. You don't have to worry about a thing except for getting plenty of blissful, uninterrupted sleep. No work piles up while you're sweetly dreaming. And when you wake up, you get a snack. A snack! And a "thank you" for taking such a good nap.
D-A-I-L-Y.
Sometimes, maybe once every few years if we're lucky, we adults get this opportunity too. It's called a spa resort. And we pay out the nose for the very thing you get for free and take completely for granted.
So, boys, stop fighting the nap and embrace it. Embrace it for those of us who no longer can. Because trust me: someday, you'll realize how golden these unfettered naps really are.
Now shut up and go to sleep.
Love, Mommy
It's nap time. That means you are given the opportunity - nay, the encouragement - to go lay down and rest your drowsy little heads for as long as you want. The longer the better.
You're still whining about how terrible this is, and how you don't waaaaaant to naaaaaaap, and how it's not faaaaaaiiiir that grownups get to stay uuuuuuuuup. Perhaps you don't understand, so let me just clarify. YOU ARE FREE TO LAY DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY AND SLEEP FOR HOURS IF YOU WANT TO. My sons, this is a gift I would give my right boob to have. Or no - my left one - it's bigger. Which should tell you just how serious I am.
Do you realize what an amazing thing naptime is? Apparently not, judging by the number of times you get out of your bed. ("Mommy, look what I can do!" *peels lower eyelids down*)
Let me tell you what Mom naps are like. When I take a nap - assuming there's even a few spare moments in my time budget, which 90% of the time there are not - it's a process, and not necessarily an enjoyable one. First I fight off the inevitable guilt: why should I even be considering a nap when there's so much to be done? Second, that aforementioned "stuff that should be done" goes undone when I nap. Which means it's waiting for me when I wake up, at which point I'm behind schedule. Third, the nap itself is less a peaceful descent into a gentle, refreshing slumber, and more a jerky start-and-stop train ride. I drift off, but wait - was that the phone? Drift off ... wha-? Did I hear the baby? Drift off again ... wake with a jolt when I think I've slept past however many minutes I've allotted myself. And I don't dare sleep on my comfy bed, for fear my exhaustion will put me into a deep sleep and I'll miss school pickup time which would create a whole new fiasco.
You, on the other hand, get to snuggle into a carefully-prepared nest of the softest blankets and fluffiest pillows. And if that's not enough, it might include soothing music and someone rubbing your back. You don't have to worry about a thing except for getting plenty of blissful, uninterrupted sleep. No work piles up while you're sweetly dreaming. And when you wake up, you get a snack. A snack! And a "thank you" for taking such a good nap.
D-A-I-L-Y.
Sometimes, maybe once every few years if we're lucky, we adults get this opportunity too. It's called a spa resort. And we pay out the nose for the very thing you get for free and take completely for granted.
So, boys, stop fighting the nap and embrace it. Embrace it for those of us who no longer can. Because trust me: someday, you'll realize how golden these unfettered naps really are.
Now shut up and go to sleep.
Love, Mommy
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