I’m back with my second installment of Thankful Thursday!
We (barely) survived our three-week break between school and camp. We do NOT do well without structure in this house. I’ve definitely routinized my children. I’m still on the fence as to whether that’s good or bad.
Back to the point. We are finally back into our routine, which I was originally apprehensive about because my son has decided that he’s done with naps. He will still nap for my husband, but not for me. We’ve diagnosed him with FOMO.
But today, as we bopped around all over the place, I realized that his refusal to nap was actually a blessing in disguise.
My daughter (crazypants #1) stopped napping completely around 18 months. “It’s a phase” (or so I was told). No, it was not a phase. I was very pregnant at the time, so I did a lot of dramatic crying of “WHYYYY MEEEEE?!”
Eventually I got over it and just moved forward (it took me a good year, truly. Mourning the loss of naps is serious business).
My son (crazypants #2) couldn’t possibly be a worse napper, right? No, thank goodness he was not. But I wouldn’t go so far as to say I won the nap lottery, considering he’s barely over two and isn’t napping anymore. What is all that crazy talk of children napping until they are at least 3? Truly, is that real life?
Enter my second mourning period. I’d say this adjustment was easier on the one hand and harder on the other.
Easier: Been there. Done that. Everything with the second kid is less confusing and less traumatic (for the most part).
Harder: Little guy straight refused to do “quiet time” like my older did without complaint. He likes to stand at the top of the stairs (gated, don’t worry) and scream for me. I wasn’t getting even 30 seconds of alone time during the day and could feel myself cracking.
So what’s a girl to do? Find the silver lining! When life gives you lemons, make lemonade! Turn that frown upside down! (Sorry, you get the idea).
The most important thing I have learned as a mama with overtired children who do not nap: they are destructive and they literally bounce off of the walls. Being home with these small, overtired, and nutty people will destroy you!
The solution: stay out of the house as much as possible and come home with just enough time for them to decompress with some quiet activity (we’re fond of crafts, duh), television (again, duh), dinner, bath, and bed. Employing this tactic makes the day fly by. When we’re home, the day feels endless and makes me want to pull out my hair.
I’m no longer driving around shouting my son’s name to keep him awake until we get home. Now, I just let him catch a cat nap in the car, park, and play on my phone for a few minutes (that counts as “me” time in my book). After school or camp pick-up, we are free to do whatever we want (run errands, go somewhere fun, meet friends, hit the drive-thru for an iced coffee, etc.).
So what’s my point here, people? I spent too many hours, days, weeks, and even months bemoaning my non-nappers. First of all, no one likes a grump. Second of all, and for lack of a better phrase, STFU, you ungrateful mama. Having two kids who stopped napping early is not a real problem. While they do make it a full-time job to drive mommy up the wall, they are happy and healthy.
So in a nutshell: perspective is everything.
Now excuse me while I go fold 4 loads of laundry. FML. I mean, no biggie. Perspective, right?