I knew this time would arrive sooner or later. To be honest with you, I’ve been dreading it. TheBig One dropped her daytime nap when she was around 18 months old, but she always slept so well at night and I returned to work full time before then so it was never really an issue. The toddler is a different kettle of fish. As he is entitled to be. Oh yes, the toddler and sleep haven’t always mixed that well but he has always had at least two hours during the day. That was my time- to bang my head against a brick wall, to blog, or to catch up on the housework.
But now he thinks he is too old for all that.
And yes, the time I had been dreading has arrived. And it’s not all that bad, actually…
Now that the baby is here and, as is a baby’s will, her sleeps are all over the place, just recently I’ve found that we’ve been waiting around for the toddler to wake up so that we can resume our day. I’ve been fawning over toddler gardening groups we can’t attend and baby clinics that are at the ‘wrong’ time. Not any more.
It started quite simply a week or so ago. An hour after I had put him to bed, the toddler was still happily chattering and singing to himself. The sun was shining. The baby was ready for a sleep. The pram was winking at me. I crept upstairs, plucked him from his bed and like conspirators we left the house at 2pm. What joy! He coped really well. By the time he got to nursery on the Thursday, he was ready for a nap which is fine.
I posted yesterday about how I have really been enjoying my son and I think the demise of the daytime nap really took us all by surprise. But so far, it has been lovely. Today we have played in the garden, planted sunflowers, made a jigsaw, ‘cooked’some jelly and watered the potato plants. We even popped to the garden centre for more things to add to our gardening club.
As I type this the toddler is playing the flying fox off the sofa with this sister. No doubt he will be ready for bed soon and guess what? I really hope he will sleep through…