naptime

I Hate Naptime

I know what you’re thinking. But nap time is the best. Agreed. Totally agreed. I used to absolutely LOVE naptime. Gosh I could get SO MUCH DONE during naptime. Even just sitting in my house in silence felt like an accomplishment, and one I would gladly take.

But we’re headed into this dreaded nap transition where she doesn’t think she needs a nap, but she clearly needs a nap otherwise the whole world suffers because she doesn’t nap (I know I’m being dramatic, but the no nap days are AWFUL…and then the next day is even worse). My child is not one of those kids who will sleep in the next day because she doesn’t nap. While I can and do lay her down for bed earlier, she’s up all bright eyed and bushy tailed the next morning at the exact same time. And then 5 minutes into the day, she’s a cranky pants. But that’s a blog for another time, just know that it’s such a struggle in my house that her no napping self has the nickname of No Nap Sally (it’s her alter ego).

Needless to say, I’m standing on the cliff of desperation for any possible way to make her FREAKING EXHAUSTED so she’ll sleep for at least an hour. I would pay her money at this point to just rest. Seriously. I’m out of ideas. And don’t get me wrong I know this is a transition every parent goes through, I just don’t like it because of how bad her behavior becomes as a result because she’s just so dang tired.

So we’re in the midst of doing the naptime routine dance one day, and I can already tell it’s going to be one of those days. Of course though because I have to go back to work and I know I’ll come home exhausted. It’s like karma for a previous bad deed. Coming home exhausted to an exhausted, crying child.

But she just had ENERGY. Even when I took her into her room that was all nice and dark, she was still walking in literal circles. And then she started jumping and I thought cool, maybe it’ll make her tired, jumping sure does make me tired. And then she gets on the ground and goes into a full plank, telling me that she has to do her workout. Ok cool kid, have at it, plank makes me tired, maybe it’ll do the same for you. Except somehow I ended up being the one doing a plank and then push ups because she wanted to see what a push up looked like (I guess I need to work on my verbal cues), I ended up tired from my impromptu workout and she ended up just playing in her bed.

Maybe tomorrow will be better…

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The Power of Water

Sometimes I have to actively remind myself that parenting is a season. With each season comes its’ challenges as well as its huge successes. Right now…well…we’re in a season to say the least and it’s not a season I’ve been particularly enjoying most of the time (if I’m being honest).

The meltdowns are epic, the mood swings can throw me for a loop quite frankly but on the other side of that, the language development, the awareness of what’s going on around her has dramatically shifted (for the positive) as well.

School plays a huge role for this with my kiddo and school lately has been exhausting because school lately has taken a turn for the more demanding. In a good way. She can handle it. She’s bright and she’s funny and she’s determined. I’m astounded everyday with the things she’s learning because I felt like I didn’t have those things mastered when I was her age.

So I feel like when you sit back and reflect on the bigger picture, the extremes can be justified because of the amount of growth going on in her brain and in her little body (which I swear is almost as big as mine). Like on some subconscious level, it has to be exhausting to be learning everything she’s learning and growing as quickly as she seems to be growing.

School definitely pushes her in all of these regards and she comes home absolutely wiped. When she’s wiped, tears are usually the go to answer for everything that doesn’t go her way, no matter how big or small. Luckily she’s getting to the point where she can recognize and verbalize that she’s tired and that’s why she’s overreacting. Again, leading to my amazement because she’s 3. That’s amazing to me for a 3 year old.

Anyways, the one thing I know with her that will always calm her down is water. I don’t know if it’s because I swam so much when I was pregnant that she knows water in the recesses of her brain to be a calm place or if it’s just in her given nature. Regardless, school days mean bath days right after school because it gives her time to get out some wiggles and to wind down.

Our thing has always been to test the water by my holding her up high and then slowly dipping her toes into the bath water. Like a squat while you’re holding a wiggly weight to your chest. Except the weight is almost as long as you are tall and wants to be lifted wayyyy above your head.

Initially this was a good idea. Initially she was only like 25 pounds so really it wasn’t that much to hold up that high for that long. But now…holy moly…I went to hold her up the other day and had to brace myself against the side of the tub because she’s topping 40 pounds. Add in the water and I swear she’s over 40.

It just makes me laugh. Because life could be harder, things could be worse and really if the heaviest part of my day is holding her, then life truly is good. And then I laugh a little more because I wonder how I’m going to hold her up when she’s like 60 pounds and taller than me. But us mamas always figure out that kind of stuff right?