Something tragic happened last week. I mean devastating. My three and a half year old stopped napping. I knew this day was inevitable, but I had at least hoped she would nap until age 12...or possibly 14. Unfortunately we didn't even make it to 4.
Nap time is precious. It is how mothers keep from locking themselves in the bathroom with Ben and Jerry. Nap time means you can eat your ice cream in quiet on the couch. And for this mother nap time was how I blogged. With it gone I am reeling. I need to create an alternative plan, one that doesn't involve waking up before the sparrows or burying my face in my computer while my child pleads for my devotion. As I seek a new writing scenario I am grasping at moments as they come.
Vivian graciously fell asleep in the car yesterday afternoon, so with the engine still running I parked under our carport, slid back the driver's seat and pieced together "Where Babies Come From." I consider it a mini miracle.
I keep wanting to get back to my Crisis Series, but I don't want it to feel rushed. I felt that the last installment felt rushed. And I know if I try to write it while Vivian watches the Backyardigans it's going to feel rushed.
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In the mean time pray that I don't lock myself in the bathroom with my notebook!
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My kids still nap but they have been on a completely staggered nap schedule. B down from 10-12, C down from 2-4, B down 3:30-5:30. I have perhaps a 1/2 hour gap to blog and then it's gone. Oh well, it's a season! Viv can still have a quiet time? A "don't bother mommy right now" is healthy for both of you ;-)
Vivian? Quiet? hahahahahahahahahaha. But really, I have tried this, and it sort of works. I can crank out "lighter" posts this way. Yet if I really want to write....which is what I most want to do...I need total lack of distraction. Three year olds are by definition distraction ( I know you are well aware of this.) So I am probably going to have to start waking up at an ungodly hour OR staying up past an ungodly hour. But you've seen me when I have stayed up too late. It ain't pretty!
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