Our first (and hopefully last in the next few years) nap free day was this past Sunday. I know she was tired and sleepy but she just didn't want to fall asleep and stay asleep.
I took her to an inside playground for a good 1.5 hours, fed her lunch, gave her milk....but nooooooo, she didn't want to sleep. She danced, jumped, sang, and was just being silly in bed. Her dear daddy didn't help either. Every time she was close to dosing off, he would open or close the door to the bedroom and she would be open her eyes again. After an hour of trying everything and anything to help her sleep, I just gave up. I was moody and grumpy. Her nap time is usually my time to clean, cook, do laundry or just relax on the couch. I had a plan in my head to wash the floors and then place my butt on a couch and enjoy a cup of tea without any bugging me.
The husband played a Baby Einstein Lullaby DVD for her hoping the soft music will help her dose off. But at the end, he fell asleep on the couch while she stared at the TV. While she watched the cartoon, I was able to wash the floors and take care of some other stuff, but I was still a bit grumpy I didn't get my little break.
After diner at my parent's house, miss A took a bath. I put pjs on her and dried her hair while she sat on my lap. And at that moment, at 8:45 pm, she finally fell asleep before I even finished drying her hair. I took it as a good sign and a chance to go to bed early. And while I tip toed to my bed, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and couldn't believe my eyes. It showed 9:56pm. I happily pulled the blanket up to my chin and drifted off to sleep before 10:00pm.
