Oh, my friends, it is truly a sad day in my house. I have come to acknowledge a painful fact.
The nap is on its way out.
OK, it’s not gone yet. And, to be more specific, it’s my son who seems to be getting ready to drop it. Over the last few weeks, I’d say were at a 50-60% success rate on his nap. If we do something especially exhausting in the morning, or weather conditions are favorable (I’m not kidding), we get a nap. If we don’t do much, or if some number of planets are out of alignment, not so much.
It has become quite a balancing act. You see, even on a good day, he will mess around in his room and sing to himself for a while before going to sleep. The challenging part is how long to let him continue. Do I go in after a while and remind him to go to sleep? Sometimes seems to work, sometimes not. Plus, to make things even more interesting, I find he’s a lot worse-tempered if he ends up falling asleep too late (and I usually end up having to wake him up lest it get too close to dinner and bedtime). While he’s happiest on the days that he gets a “normal” nap, he’s actually not all that bad when he skips it outright.
I’d love to blame this on our recent transition to separate bedrooms and toddler beds, because who doesn’t like a scapegoat? But the truth is that his naps were going downhill in this very manner for several weeks before we made the switch. And, at least now he isn’t keeping his sister up. I also have to count my blessings in that he does stay in his room without a fight, even if he spends much of the time singing at the top of his lungs.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. I will continue to hold onto our sporadic nap, or quiet time, or break in your room, or whatever you want to call it, for as long as I can. At a bare minimum, we need the break from each other until September, when they start preschool in the mornings.
I can only hope all that learning exhausts them.