Have
you ever heard the Samuel L. Jackson rendition of “Go the F&^k to
Sleep”? If not, here it is. Go ahead, watch/listen . . . I’ll wait. (btw,
this video is not safe for work or children . . . unless those children/workplaces
have dirty mouths already) (also, the real audio starts at 1:00, up until then
it’s just intro)
The
first time I ever saw this video (pre-Guinevere), I laughed a little and
thought it was mildly amusing, but I didn’t really get it. Fast-forward to now
and I have had those exact thoughts more times than I can count. Granted, we still haven’t hit the point where
G requests nighttime drinks and teddy bears, nor can she get out of bed by
herself yet, but the sentiment is the same with a baby. Every time I say to Guinevere, “please go to sleep,” Sam Jackson’s voice
creeps into my head!
My
darling Guinevere has never been a good napper.
It wasn’t until we put her in daycare and then followed daycare’s nap
schedule that we could even get her to nap remotely regularly. She’s been (mostly) sleeping through the
night since she was about 3-4 months, so the lack of naps wasn’t that big a
deal. I’d trade daytime naps for
nighttime sleep any day. But
occasionally the lack of sleep rears its ugly head. Christmas time was bad – she screamed for
about an hour every time we tried to put her to bed.
I
realized yesterday that naptime is not just important for babies – it’s also
important for parents! Yesterday
Guinevere did NOT want to nap. I’m not
quite sure why. I had some errands to
run in the morning, which ran into her normal morning naptime. I figured she would probably fall asleep in
the carrier and get her nap that way.
Nope. She was wide-awake the
whole time! So then I thought she’d
probably fall asleep in the car on the way home. No.
She babbled the entire way home.
By the time we got home, it was lunchtime. So I made us some sandwiches (she at an entire
½ sandwich, btw!) and then let her play for a bit. Then I decided to attempt to put her down for
an afternoon nap. She wanted NOTHING to
do with an afternoon nap either! She
screamed for almost 10 minutes, and then she calmed down and babbled to herself
for about 10 minutes. Then she started
crying again. So I just got her up.
Once
I had finally given up on all hope of her taking a nap, I put her down on the
floor for some tummy time. We played a
bit and then I had to step out of the room to change the laundry. When I got back, she had finally fallen
asleep . . . at 5pm . . . on the floor.
Oh well, the quiet was nice – even if it only lasted half an hour.
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Guinevere's one and only nap for the day. |
I
was so exhausted by the end of the day! Aaron is shooting all weekend, so I was the only one home with her all day. I didn’t even get to shower because I was planning on showering during
one of her naps. Seriously, I don’t know
how 50’s housewives did it. How do you
take care of a kid, clean the house, cook, and do it all in heels, a dress and
pearls? I bet they didn’t. I bet they had days where their husband
walked in the door, and there were screaming children with snotty noses, a
messy house, and a wife who just desperately needs a shower too.
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