Naptime...?

Naptime.  That glorious period during the day where my house is kind of clean and totally quiet. I can watch TV that doesn't have catchy jingles about counting to ten.  I can read books that are not full of pictures.  I can fold clothes without having a child rip the piles off the bed.  Yes! I love naps!

Hailley, my two year old, does not feel the same as I do about this period of the day (or nighttime for that matter).  She cries, she begs, she throws herself down on the floor and writhes around like a dog rolling all over a dead animal.  I am not a woman to be deterred by this behavior though, and so every day around noon she gets a nap.  I am willing to compromise with Hailley however.  I will leave the door open if she promises to stay in her room and go to sleep. 

My plan backfired. Miserably.

I put Maximus in his little crib, kissed him, and left the door open a crack.  I led Hailley into her room, kissed her, and told her that after she sleeps, we will get up and play again.  I left the door open to pacify her. 

I went downstairs.  I planned on taking a nap myself, a rare and magnificent concept.  I crawled into my bed and dozed off into a beautiful, poop-free dream world.

Thirty minutes later, I heard Maximus crying. 

I tried to ignore him.  Surely he will drift off to sleep again.

Nope. 

I dragged myself out of bed and went upstairs to see what his deal was.  I figured he must have a dirty diaper, or he was scared, or..

his sister was sitting in his crib with him. 

She laughed when she saw me, as though I had said a great joke she would have to remember and tell others later.  How the he** did she climb in there?? I pulled her out and set her on the floor.  Hailley was thrilled at her adventure; she kept giggling and telling me that she was "in his crib, Mom!"

Needless to say, naptime had failed. Both kids were wide awake, which required me to stay awake too.  I shook the air of discontentment off my shoulders and scooped up Maximus. Hailley chattered at my knees as we headed towards the stairs. 

"I want to get up now Mom."  I'm sure you do honey. 

Hailley: 2         Mom: 0