Nap time. Sweet, sweet nap time. Time for me to sit and have a coffee and
catch up on celebrity gossip and Pinterest do school work. At least it used to be. Sadly, nap time seems to be becoming a thing of the past. While he apparently naps like a champ at daycare, Thomas is staunchly refusing to nap at home. I haven`t given up on it yet, day in-day out, I set up his “nest” in his room, make it dark and cosy, read him a story and head to the living room with my fingers crossed. Inevitably, within about 7 minutes, he has come out again because he NEEDS to ask me a question. Pressing issues for him at nap time are things like: is a cousin a sister? what is a baby whale called again? is dad a brother? where`s Sweet D? (this was a really weird one because Sweet D was our goldfish that died well over a year ago and I managed to just whisk her bowl away and he never seemed to notice). Yesterday, after several tries, I ended up just standing at his door and when it opened, I just pointed to his bed to which he responded, while stamping his little foot,
“YOU`LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS MAMA!”
He ended up being right, I didn`t “get away with it” because by now it was almost 4pm and “nap time” was effectively over. It wasn`t a total loss though because we had a nice little cuddle in a sunny chair and enjoyed a delicious pear. One of us did so wearing only a t`shirt and one Mickey Mouse sock but I`m not going to tell you who.
Update: attempts at early bedtime were no more successful – after all the usual pleas (But i`m not tired! can I have some milk? Hey, want to watch Dumbo with me? We forgot to brush my teeth! we didn`t), he gave up actually asking for anything and would just saunter into the living room saying “Oh, hello guys. It`s nice to see you again.”
It was nice to see him again but having only seen him 90 seconds earlier that didn`t cut it and he was marched back to bed.