After I sat three days worth of Shiva over the loss, I finally came to terms with my new reality.
And it wasn't THAT bad. We could actually stay out and do stuff past 1pm. There was a freedom I hadn't felt since before I had kids. I was no longer toting around a time bomb set to explode at precisely the same time each afternoon.
I know, I know, I'm supermom. But please, give me a chance to explain. In response to our new nap-free household, I've moved up bedtime.
It's 6:30, you say? Well then bath time begins now and lights out is in precisely 30 minutes. Don't like the new routine? Write a letter to the management (she's the one with constant bags under her eyes and a caffeine IV).
But I have a dirty little secret. Both boys are napping now. We are going to a program this evening at our Synagogue and I find they are less likely to pull the satan card if they've had a nap.
I'm so giddy, I don't know what to do. I mean, I know I need to take a shower, but I'm just relishing in the quiet. I'm enjoying it now, because I know at 9PM tonight when Big E is giving his closing arguments as to why he needn't go to sleep, I will need to conjure up my current feeling of rapture and remember this is all my doing.
Some of my favorite nap pictures.