Giving up Naps

Life as I formerly knew it, seems to be ending. I believe my daughter is about to give up her naps.

This would be the part where I emit a primal scream, “Noooooooo!!!!!”:shocked:

There’s something comforting about having the children go down for their naps after lunch. A private moment alone with the hubby, a chance to do something together without the constant interruptions. Our son gave up his naps last year at age 3. One weekend he just stopped taking them. He was awake from the moment we put him down until the moment we went in to get him. Of course, he’s always been an easy-going child. Even now, if we ask him to go into his room and color, he’ll happily obey.

Not so, the Evil Child. If we tell her to go and color, she’ll say, “No!” Then she’ll drag a chair across the kitchen table and proceed to take knives out of the chopping block.

Today when she was supposed to be taking a nap I came in from outside to check on her and she was EATING THE EASTER CANDY. Along with my last Cadbury’s Creme Egg!! I believe I could kill her. A judge would let me off, don’t you think? The penalty for eating the last Cadbury’s egg is clearly equivalent to a murder penalty.

It’s a good thing she’s cute or she would not be turning age three, let me tell you. She just barely made it to her second birthday.

Was she filled with remorse in any way? A smidge. Only because she didn’t get to FINISH eating the candy; that’s the regret she held.