Sleep is one of the best things ever yet my son fights it. He has some great tricks up his sleeve to convince me to delay the inevitable. Still, bed time comes for us all.
My son completed another growth spurt last week. He grew half an inch in one month. Suddenly, the fantastic phase of easily going to bed and sleeping until I wake him ended. As a parent, you learn to appreciate those moments when the house is quiet and you have actual alone time. When it's gone, it's devastating.
This is something that my friends without children cannot imagine. When the boy is awake, I am not alone. When I wash the dishes, he is at my feet going through the cabinets. When I make my bed, he is trying to jump between the sheets like its a game. When I go to the bathroom, I am stalked and suddenly needed for something. Every move is watched and sometimes questioned.
So I fight the good fight. I fight for my need to have at least 30 minutes or more everyday to myself in my own home. Today, my strategy was this - cut back on the nap. Yesterday, my son worked in a THREE hour nap. I used that time to do chores. When he awoke, he was ready to go and I was exhausted. When I came home later that evening, the babysitter could not get him to sleep several hours past his bed time. NOPE. GAME OVER. Nap is SLASHED in half today and my boy collapsed under the weight of his own eyelids on the couch.
Mommy time saved. Book being read. Face being washed. Slash the nap for the win.