Life has been relatively humdrum lately. Go to preschool, pick up from preschool, run errands, fix dinner. But we're on a verge of something big, and rather ominous: the end of naps.
The twins are five, and from what I've gathered this is usually the age when kids drop their naps naturally. The thought of having whole days uninterrupted by the blissful two hour quiet... well, that seems utterly un-natural! However, I believe conventional wisdom is right- the girls have outgrown their nap. They don't "need" it. No, I need it. A time when all three household hoodlums are relegated to their rooms and I have the luxury of folding laundry, washing dishes, mopping floors, and erm, blogging... un-"aided" by the ever-curious hands of the underage.
I've noticed in the past weeks the amount of activity sneakily being perpetrated upstairs has intensified. After The Incident, I'd been talking to the twins about the importance of "getting out of bed and going potty in the bathroom." This notion of absconding from bed without a parent present? It has proven to be quite irresistible to these little girls. (Can't believe we made it this long for the revelation to sink in) I've found Bunny sitting on the bathroom floor, the lights off, in the middle of naps. When asked what she was doing? "Um, I was bored."
The real curiosity that seems to pique their interest? Mommy's whereabouts during naptime. I suspect they assumed (and I may have told them this) that I was also sleeping. This is totally false, 100% of the time. So the question of "where is Mommy now?" is quite alluring to the five year old mind. Just a few minutes ago I heard a rattle at the gate. I knew it had to be one of the twins, so I suggested the perpetrator get back upstairs and into bed. I heard a "harumph," then a timid little voice asking "Mommy, are you watching shows?"
I refuse to incriminate myself. "None of your business, honey. Go back to sleep. Mama's busy."
Now I mourn the sudden passing of our lengthy stint of insured naptime relief. 'Twas nice knowing you, naps. It was a great five years.