We've had a lot going on over at the Ryan household this summer.
Our first family vacation.
Mornings at the zoo.
Afternoons at the park.
Failed outdoor sports programs.
You get the idea.
The funny thing is, despite the fact that I am not one for organized fun, I've had an amazing time this summer. Taking my 2-year-old out to experience new things has given me the chance to act like a kid again, and I'm already planning a slew of other fun things to do next summer.
I just hope she learns how to like popsicles and ice cream, you know?
The only downside to all of this excitement is that my daughter has decided to make some changes around here. For starters, she's not drinking milk any more, and I'm now dreading her 30-month check-up with her pediatrician, as she's refused any and all milk alternatives since her first birthday.
But her calcium intake is the least of my worries, my friends.
It's the BS that's been going on with her naps that's been getting to me.
My 2-year-old took it upon herself to start a nap strike.
It started out with her skipping one nap a weekend, which I attributed to my husband's inability to follow schedules. But then she started skipping both of her weekend naps. And then she started skipping the vast majority of her weekday naps, too. And before I knew it, I was reaching for the wine at 9:00 am again.
Kidding! Kind of…
But the more booze I drank, the more I was able to convince myself that saying goodbye to naps might not be so bad after all.
1. I could stop setting my alarm clock on weekends.