Dear Naps, It’s Not Me, It’s You

Dear Naps,

It’s not me, it’s you.

We have had a good, long run.  Almost 9 years now.  And even in those early days, I knew this day would come, but I never wanted to believe it.

You have been my everything for all these years:  my serenity, my sanity, my hope that the day would get better after our time together.  I would start thinking about you at 9 am most days, and the next three hours were sometimes difficult to manage, but the promise of a nap got me through the most challenging of mornings.  I had to fight for you on so many occasions.  And I fought hard, using bribes of treats and adventures, sometimes driving aimlessly for miles and miles, all just to see you again.

You have made my life so much better.  Until you didn’t.  For almost nine years, you have been the bearer of peace and quiet.  Now you are the bearer of a three-year-old who does not want to go to bed at night.  Because he needs a drink of water.  Because he needs to pee.  Because his toe hurts, the big fat one.  Because his back is itchy.  Because he needs to pee again.  And now his toe is itchy, the big fat one.

I do not know how I will live without you, but I do know that it is time to say adieu.

It’s not me, it’s you.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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