So this happened rather unexpectedly after a short journey home from E’s Nana & Grandads house. It’s been a loooong time since E had a daytime nap and I am now sat in the kitchen wondering just what to do with the time that I have been graced with. So far I have managed to wash the pots from dinner and repaint my nails which is always nice but somehow I feel rather lost without having my little lady for company ordering me around for the afternoon.
Nap times seemed to come to an end when E was just over two years old, it seemed that E decided sleep was for wimps and marched on until at least 8pm before displaying any visible signs of tiredness.
I think J was just over three years old when he began dropping his naps and I remember finding it quite hard as I’d suddenly lost my two hours of freedom to get the housework done and now had to entertain a toddler whilst trying to complete the chores. E on the other hand seemed far easier when she stopped dreaming of a daytime as she was so used to having to ‘be part of the routine’ with being the second child that she just joined in with the jobs really.
How old were your little ones when they stopped napping? Did you feel that you had ‘lost’ or ‘gained’ time? It’s a funny balance this Motherhood malarky, it’s all guilt one minute wondering if you are doing enough and gratitude the next when you finally get a break.
On that note I am going to package up a present to be sent ‘down south’ for my brother-in-laws 30th, hopefully I will be able to find something in the garage which will be suitable to wrap it all in. Once that’s done it will be back to twiddling my thumbs hoping the little lady is ready to rise.