Why Can’t We All Just Nap?

Why is it the young are allowed, encouraged, even forced to take naps despite plenty of energy to go around (I despised naps as a child)? While as an adult the ability to take a nap elusively remains just out of reach, taunting you with “you should’ve taken more when you were younger!”

As a child, you had to tied to me down to nap. As an adult, I stare at my children in envy.

Darn it.

I need a nap today. I’m not sure why, as the hours of sleep last night were on the higher end of the spectrum, so I shouldn’t be tired. But after hot yoga and family pool time, I just want to curl into a ball and pass out.

The Tackler, meanwhile, fights going to sleep, even though he has a look in his eye screaming he needs it after three hours in the pool.

Yes, I said THREE hours in the pool. He had his much coveted Daddy Pool Time while I did my hot yoga class.  According to CG, “The first hour was the most fun I’ve had in the pool with him. Ever.”

The Tackler just started using goggles last Saturday and it has completely altered his willingness to go underwater.  CG says the first hour was mostly spent in the deep end.  The Tackler would hold onto the side and let go, relaxing and sinking about a foot under water.  He’d calmly look at Daddy and check things out thanks to his new improved goggle vision before popping back out of the water and grabbing the side again.

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No fear on jumping in the pool...

It’s night and day from the previous challenge of getting him to submerge past his ears.

Then he actually LISTENED to his new swim teacher (we had to request a change because the previous one wasn’t stern enough and my son completely tuned anything she said out).  I’m not sure if it was the teacher (who has kids in college as opposed to not even being in college yet), or the fact that two hours of pool time had sufficiently drained him of rebelliousness.

Lil Diva had about forty-five minutes of pool time, but spent most of the time gnawing on Daddy’s goggles.  She was a little too tired to get full enjoyment out of it today.

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Thomas ramming time, luckily into the blue chair, not the walls.

She fell asleep on the way home and took about an hour nap. Then woke up MAD. I surmise the culprit is the newest tooth as she fell asleep before I was able to give her some tylenol for it.  So now she’s awake, my son is awake (although he‘s quiet again… maybe…), and I’m typing most of this with my eyes closed…

Meanwhile dishes await. Piles of clean laundry need to be folded and put away. Even more piles of dirty laundry need to be spotted and washed, and most of Lil Diva’s clothes have to be sorted through because she’s recently outgrown a size and can’t wear them anymore.

And I can barely keep my eyes open.

And my son has decided to skip his much needed nap today.*

It just doesn’t bode well for getting things done.**

*An hour later and the orneriness from not napping reared its ugly head.

** Five hours after THAT, nothing is done due to fleeing the house in search of sanity for two exhausted parents and two very awake children. We ate dinner, I bought clothes for the kids, and we browsed at Fry’s (or I attempted to) while Lil Diva discovered that Fry’s is THE COOLEST place ever to walk around in. She was SO proud of herself for exploring there. We also checked out remote control car races that were in the parking lot there… A busy night, but no chores accomplished except acquiring more things to wash….

And now that nap time is long gone, here is hoping for 8 hours of sleep..

A mom can dream… right?

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About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos (www.writingwithchaos.com) sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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