Both boys stopped napping when they turned two. This wasn’t too much of an issue, they were at nursery so I didn’t have to deal with the mid-afternoon grump. And, exhausted after a week at nursery, my husband and I generally managed to get them to take a nap at the weekends (until they were about three).
The wee girl started to fight her naps when she turned two. I had been secretly dreading this.
It had always been a bit of a military operation to get her take one after she dropped to a single, middle of the day nap. Nap had to end at 1.45pm so that we could leave to pick the boys up from school. So, she had to be asleep by 12.15pm. If she wasn’t, I was in trouble.
Having always refused to have my days dictated to by naps; the boys had always napped anywhere, generally in the buggy; I found myself obsessed with getting the wee girl down in her cot by 12.00!
I did of course have an ulterior motive in this.
A nap at home meant an hour and half of quiet time for mummy, with no other distractions. Just the iPad, TV and a cup of tea. It was the only time I really sat down all day; and it gave me a chance to do a quick tidy up/clean the bathroom/make a start on dinner too, which made for an altogether smoother day, and a less stressed mummy.
When the wee girl decided to stop napping I could have cried; actually I did, more than once. 12.00 became 12.30 became 1.00 and soon, there was no time for a nap before the school run.
The Summer holidays put paid to them completely. Who wants to nap when there is fun to be had with your big brothers?
Now, I will admit that there are positives to the end of napping. No more days disrupted by having to find a quiet place to get a grumpy toddler to sleep. No more saying no to play dates that might clash with nap time. No more limiting of activities and classes to those that finish by 11.30.
No more quiet time for mummy. And, to be honest, I’m not coping well with this.
My daughter is full on, and frankly, even if she doesn’t need a nap after running around all morning, mummy does. I find the constant noise very wearing; I crave silence. I love her exuberance, but 12 hours straight is more than anyone can deal with.
And, a full on toddler with no nap makes for a very grumpy toddler by 4pm, and a pretty grumpy mummy. And sometimes a grumpy toddler will fall asleep on their pizza at 6.30…
The problem with no naps, aside from no quiet time and the appearance of the 4 o’clock changeling, is that you get nothing done! Every task is accompanied by a small person asking you questions, pulling at your clothes and generally getting in the way. And, being a goal oriented, over achiever, this is a bit of an issue…
So, in order to maintain my sanity, I shall blame no naps for the messy house, the piles of laundry and running out of bread/milk/fruit/yogurts (substitute for the item you absolutely must have at that moment to appease said non-napping grumpy toddler). I’m hoping that might make me feel a bit better?
And, while I know I should cherish every moment of my daughters toddlerhood, an hour off in the middle of the day would not go amiss :)
When naps end… how do/did you cope?
I am linking up with the very lovely Sam over at And Then The Fun Began for the first week of her brand sparkly new linky The Truth About… It’s a fabulous idea for a linky, do pop over and have a read of the other entries!