My daughter has decided that napping on the weekends is optional. I, however, refute this. Not only does she need a nap for her own health, she needs a nap for my sanity. I need a break. I need time to get shit done that I wouldn’t be able to do while she’s awake. I need time to take a nap too, dammit!

Yesterday, when we put her down for a nap, she sang to herself for a while. She called out for mommy and daddy to read to her; she “wants a story”. She cried. She bargained. She got angry. She basically went through most of the stages of grief before she went quiet. Both Ross and I thought she was finally asleep. Nope. He went back there and found her standing in the middle of her darkened room, playing.

Ross brought her out to the living room AND THEN LEFT FOR WORK!

Honestly, I’m not even sure how she was still awake. We’d gone to the store, which she loves. Then she and Ross had played outside and run around for almost and hour and a half. It was hot outside. Plus, she does’t walk anywhere. She runs. Back and forth between the trees. Chasing balls around the yard. She burned through a lot of energy. But, there she was, awake. Both of us were AWAKE.

We played some more and watched a little Disney Junior cause I still needed my mental break. My child zombies out in front of a television. She gets that from her father. Then, at 4:30, she crashed and passed out. Which sucks because she goes to bed at 8:30. I mean, she was pretty cute curled up on the couch but dammit, I had needed her to do that three hours earlier.

She wasn’t happy when I woke her up an hour later. Not one bit.