The Origins of Great Ventures
October 29, 2015
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Every mother, neigh, every parent agrees on the greatest time of day…every day. In fact, I predict any parent reading this post can already anticipate with complete accuracy that I am speaking of the hallowed nap time. So sacred in every aspect, and always too short…even if it lasted twelve hours.
If I happen to be home for the entire day, sometimes I feel as though I wait for those blessed signs that my son is about to pass out from exhaustion. I couldn’t describe the signs, for as a Mommy I am anointed with the vision of sleep whisperer. How many times in his brief eighteen-months of external existence have I said to a peer or family member, “He’s tired,” met with the disbelieving grunt of a, “Really?” Oh, yes, I can feel his sleepiness like a disruption in the force…kind of like a soiled diaper, but that, my friends, is for another post. Sometimes I wonder if it makes me a terrible person that I take such glee from those initial moments of realization that Little Man is ready for sleepy time.
Then there are those first steps walking away from the closed door of my son’s room…OOO…What to do first? Should I be productive, and actually clean the house? Perhaps return calls and pay bills? Maybe I’ll even complete another round of exercise while reading a couple more chapters in one of my books, followed by a lengthy shower. But, these days Mr. Man’s naps have transitioned to once a day, and the break is a cruel tease of an hour. So, what do I do with my precious hour? I nurture my brain with another episode of Blue Bloods because there is always limited smut to watch on television when I actually have the opportunity to do so, and, of course, a helping of chocolate my son never lets me eat. But, if I’m completely honest, I’ve never truly seen nap time as an opportunity to get things accomplished; instead, it is a time for me to sit back, eat something, and remind myself that having a child was a good idea.