The boy’s naps are getting shorter and shorter. Putting him down is getting progressively more difficult. It took me nearly an hour yesterday. The two of us were bitching and moaning at each other and by gawd he was not going to win. I made a threat I didn’t want to keep so I fought him tooth and nail. I usually don’t threaten unless I’m willing to pay the price too, but sometimes telling your child he can’t play in the pool unless he naps gets him to sleep. On a good day that threat gets him to sleep in under 2 minutes. Yesterday, two trips to bed awake, rocking in his crib for 1/2 an hour and I walked in to check on him. “Hi, Mama!” Oh no he di’int. Pluck him out of the bed and he whispers, “go pool.” Um. no. “WHAAAA” asleep 2 minutes later.
Today he fell right to sleep, but pulled the I’m going to wiggle, cry and be stiff as a board. Can’t put this kid in the bed at nap time awake. He won’t sleep. Trust me, I’ve tried. So now it’s been less than an hour and he’s awake. Feck.
It could have something to do with the fact that our house is 400 degrees. Maybe? Gah, he’s got a ceiling fan, what more does he want? I am just afraid that he’s starting to give up his nap. Say it ain’t so. I’m not ready for that. I get 1 hour of respite in the day. That’s it. I’m not ready to give it up.
Sure it would be nice not to be constrained by a mid afternoon nap, but if he doesn’t nap he’s a cranky poo. Hell, I’m a cranky poo if I don’t nap. Ok, I don’t nap during the day, but if I could by gawd I have a hammock in the back yard calling my name.