Nap Time….

The time is now 1:46pm. The baby usually goes down for her nap at approximately 12:15pm, give or take three minutes. Today has been one of those strange days. She’s fighting a cold, her timing is off, she’s so tired she’s delirious, the excitement of Christmas and new toys/books is still causing her to shout “WOW!” and dance wildly every time something fairly new enters the scene.

Today, she ate her normal lunch, half of Daddy’s sandwich, ignoring the carrots, grapes and wrap on her own plate and then we headed for story time followed by a nap. Except the nap has been refused in as many forms as she could come up with including; climbing out of her crib, demandiing she sleep in her sister’s bed only to flop onto the floor screaming she wanted to sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s bed. When I set up the nest of blankets and pillows on our bed, she looked at me as though I was either deaf or crazy because what she really wanted was to nap on the couch.

Any of you who are asking yourselves, “Who’s in charge at your house Liz?” might want to consider going to eff yourselves. I am beside myself trying to get this kid to take a much needed rest and admittedly am breaking every rule you’ve ever read about and perhaps, dare I even suggest it, defied yourselves.

Now on the couch she appears to have exhausted both herself and her available options for sleeping. There are however a few problems.

1. I am on the computer at the kitchen table in front of her. If I move anything other than my quiet, typing fingers, she will likely snap out of the nappy coma she appears to be falling into and I’ll be back to round one, the crib, thus, this post could very likely drone on for several thousand pages as I’m stuck here for as long as she is. Also, if I stop and start again, there’s an inconsistency in my finger pattern she’ll pick up on and it will distract her from the sheep counting task at hand.

2. The dishwasher is aggressively scrubbing pots and pans on what I like to call the sonic boom cycle. It’s fine because it’s consistent but any second, it may switch to a quiet rinsing hum before firing back into jet engine mode. Again, this hurts my chances at having a well rested baby.

3. I would really like to have a cup of tea.

If I move–she’ll wake up

If I slide my chair back, it will drag on the floor and risk vibrating against the current of the dishwasher and I’ll have a baby flopping onto the floor, laying down just long enough to make me think she’s hurt so she can run over and punch me.

The kettle clicks when it’s boiling. Not cool Betty Crocker, not cool.

Oh and I’m about to sneeze.

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