Remember back when we moved Nathan to the big boy bed, but he wouldn’t nap in his room because … daylight … or something? Back when my queen size bed was converted, like clockwork, into a jump-jump each afternoon? No? Then feel free to read up on it here and come right back.
But then remember how a year later I found the nuns (Hallelujah!) and the clouds parted and the angels sang because Mother Angelica and the nuns of OLAM worked their magic and lulled Nathan to sleep every afternoon in what would previously have been record time, and all without flailing limbs? The OLAM nuns were even magical in person.
Ah, yes … those were the days … a sweet boy snuggled next to me while I worked on blog posts or bills or caught up on the DVR. The dogs especially enjoyed naptime, I think, because … sleep. And in Stella’s case, snuggles with warm bodies.
Though on occasion, the coveted snuggle was preceded briefly by an affectionate chokehold.
We even managed to get in one good afternoon snuggle nap in pajamas because #ICEPOCALYPSE2014 struck the usually mild Mayberry this winter.
But, alas, it appears that the afternoon snuggle nap has come to end. Three out of the last four days I’ve spent 90 minutes (or more) waiting for him to fall asleep – 90 minutes of failure. That fourth day? He did fall asleep, but he didn’t sleep long. So as much as I hate to do it, I’m calling it: The Era of the Snuggle Nap is over.
Farewell, Afternoon Snuggle Nap. You will be missed.
