The Nap

Sorry I've not posted for ages but I've been a tad weary lately.

The two things I've dreaded since Luke was a little one were Potty Training (as previously posted) and The End of The Nap, the latter finally happened about two weeks ago (yawn) and was actually not Luke's idea.

Luke has always been a really good napper, some afternoons he could be snoozing away for 3 hours and still be back in bed for another 12 hour sleep a few hours later but recently (actually about the time that he became dry throughout the night) he had started to wake up after a few hours and seemed restless during the night. He'd always been a really sound sleeper so Richard and I decided to drop off the afternoon nap and see how he got on. Well, RESULT!! Yes, I now have a very tired Luke, in fact, come 6.00pm he is visibly dropping poor little thing, and by 7.00pm he is practically leaping into his bed. And as for me, well, .....

I'M BLOODY KNACKERED!!!!!

By 1.00pm I'm yawning! You see, when Lukey Sam was napping I did Paula things. Y'know, having an entire hot cup of tea (I don't think that parents actually drink full cups of hot beverages, we always end up abandoning them on work surfaces to do other things, like rescuing small kids from precarious situations), checking emails, maybe typing out a blog, flicking through the newspaper, watching 30 minutes of adult tv, and oh, yes, IRONING. I haven't been able to do any ironing since the nap was cruelly snatched away, I find it impossible to happily iron while Luke is around. Don't know why, but, Luke can happily play in his room for 40 minutes or so on his own but the minute I get the ironing board out he suddenly requires my full attention. Grrrrrr. Yes, those golden nap times were my little mid afternoon reward to myself and I would feel refreshed, revitalised and AWAKE.

So, that is why come 7.00pm when Luke is safely ensconced in his bed I limp downstairs with Richard, wash the tea dishes, think about ironing, consider checking emails, wonder about my blog and then fall asleep to be woken by my husband a little while later who then wonders why I'm unsympathetic about his tiring day at work.

But hey, Luke sleeps through 'till 7.00am without a single disturb (oh yes, apart from that 4.00am wee break.

Zzzzzzzzz