But then we went to that birthday party. And his nap time got a little wonky.
And it turns out, he’s not that happy about it.
And neither am I.
I would have never guessed in a million years that one stupid nap would create a chain reaction of a week’s worth of sleepytime hell for both of us.
This past week, Mac has not exactly been the model of flexibility and mild-manneredness I had delusionally been dreaming about. . .
Don’t get me wrong, he could be a LOT worse. He’s still pretty pleasant. . .even more so when we are in public. Gah! What a little ham!
But last night as I was lying on the nursery floor trying to comfort him back to sleep, feeling really terrible about all the butter I ate at dinner, the fact that I was obviously doing a poor job instilling in him the flexibility needed to adjust to minor changes. . .
It occurred to me that perhaps what I should be feeling badly about is the fact that I wasn’t an astute enough parent to simply say, “Mac’s at an age where we can’t mess with his nap times and he can’t attend the party.”
Maybe the schedule isn’t such a bad thing? It’s been working well for us for the better part of his first year. Maybe he’s just not old enough to be capable of the kind of flexibility shifting a nap time requires?
Given the way our past week has gone, I’d say we’ve proven that theory.
For the first 3 or 4 months of his life, we were really protective of his sleep time. Not even Grandma was allowed to bother a nap. But the older he’s become, the more careless we have become.
It shames me to admit, we’ve probably even taken advantage of his typically easy-going nature to suit our own schedules. We’ve become too cavalier with his routine. Especially on weekends.
And it’s not fair to him.
When he’s sleep deprived and grouchy, there’s no way we can fully enjoy being creative or emphasize being well-adjusted.
So for now at least, nap time is the same time every day. And bed time is the same time every day.
And shame on me for such an oversight. I have two dogs that have a schedule that is so regimented we can barely deviate from it by a matter of minutes. And they are DOGS. They clearly derive comfort from a certain level of predictability. It helps them be better adjusted. . .and from peeing all over the floor.
Let me be clear, I am not delusional enough to think that dogs are the same as toddlers. Dogs are not children. Although, my toddler has definitely peed on the floor. However, if there’s anything the past week has demonstrated, my toddler seems to appreciate a consistent routine. Even on weekends.
As for the flexibility I’m hoping to foster? Maybe that’s more of a 3-year-old project. . .And let’s all say a little prayer he’s not a demanding type A psycho like his Mommy.
Please excuse the poorly written nature of this post. You-know-who has been awake since 5:30 this morning! Yeah. That’s not going to screw up his afternoon nap. . .