I have been trying (and always failing) to put my son to nap in the afternoons. For some strangest reason, I have a kid who simply is not the afternoon-napper-kind-of-kid. Well not anymore. He used to be when he was younger. But soon as he entered toddlerhood, his body clock is the weirdest. That is to me, his mother who longs for some good me-time in the afternoon or an early quiet time at night. And I've given up trying to put him on schedule. It just doesn't work the way they should to most kids and moms I know. Never to me and Yohann. No.
As of this writing, I'm under the covers, playing dead while waiting for him to knock himself out. I mean to fall asleep of course. Good luck to me. He is still singing non-stop with occasional falling on me, which is deliberate to get my attention and drive me out of my cocoon. Earlier, just before I hid myself, I was telling him "Go to sleep. Now!" only for the words to be thrown back at me. In the same exact tone. When I went, "Close your eyes!" he started singing "close your eyes had a farm, e-i-e-i-o!" So I went giggling and he only sang louder. Happy to entertain his tired mama.
Oh kid, please nap now. I have tons of things to get done with. And I need to have lunch too. I love you and enjoy playing with you but mama needs at least an hour and a half of break. :)
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