"Month 43 was also the month when you officially dropped your nap. For good. There is no more napping. It’s like we’re being forced to give up pain medication, and the withdrawal is unbearable. Some days I still make you take some down time, and you and I will go down to our big bed together and lie there quietly for an hour, but even that quiet time is becoming a nuisance. I’ll lie there with my eyes closed while you tap my forehead with your index finger, a rhythmical indication of the fact that YOU. ARE. NOT. TIRED. And then it’s, can I have some water? Where’s my pillow? Where’s Chuck? Why is it dark in here? Why is Daddy upstairs? Why is the blanket this color? Why does the fan go so fast? Why is the window over there? Until I’ve had it and I’m all BECAUSE HEAVENLY FATHER MADE IT THAT WAY. NOW SHUT UP." [Link: dooce: Newsletter: Month Forty-three]
This made me "hee, hee" out loud, so I had to post it. This is so totally what it's like being the parent of a three year old.
