Eric has decided he no longer takes naps. This is not a popular decision in our house, but there doesn’t seem to be anything I can do about it. I guess I should be happy, since he is 2 1/2, and Jeffrey stopped napping at 18 months, but I had so come to depend on that block of time in the afternoon when I would be alone.
And, oh, how lovely the evenings are now! My about 5 pm, he is a rolling mess. Everything upsets his world, and his shreiks begin to border on the dog-hearing threshold, dinner is a lovely mess and am ready to duct tape his little self in bed. The good news? He doesn’t last past 6:30, and once in bed, he is out in under two seconds. And then he sleeps for twelve hours straight.
So, like all things with motherhood, it is a finely honed double-edge- bye bye afternoon respite, hello quiet time in the evenings. At least for a few more weeks, then I can just kiss sleep goodbye again. Sigh.