Napping Power

I have a theory about sleep in our family: there’s a limited number of hours available for sleep in this household, and we all have to share them. Balancing the sleep allocation among the kids is a very important and delicate task, or else I get no alone time. All day. Recently we’ve been referring to the phenomenon as “Napping Power”.

It always works out this way. Mina goes down super easy for her nap. She sleeps for 2.5 hours. Glorious! Except that the entire nap time, Zary is scream singing songs from her Christmas pageant, and asking for a snack, or water, or to get tucked in again. Sometimes she’s informing me that she touched her butt and has to wash her hands. Or she’s talking to her imaginary friends (purple spiders that live behind her mirror, in case you were curious. Terrifying.) I have no silence.

Or, on a rare occasion that Zary actually naps, Mina always seems to shit herself after an hour asleep. So, my nice quiet time is interrupted by her singing, “Miiiiina! Poop. Poopoo. Bum. MINA! Poopooooo…” Zary will later wake up and excitedly tell me that she “stole Mina’s Napping Power today!” Yeah, kid. I’m aware.

God forbid Nick or I take a nap because then the whole thing is ****ed. Last weekend, I celebrated the New Year by napping. Two days in a row! At least an hour each day! And now I am 100% confident that this directly resulted in Mina being awake for hours in the middle of the night on New Years while Nick and I passed her back and forth until 1AM. And then again at 5:30AM! See? I screwed up the whole household balance of sleep.

This week, Nick put together my new treadmill in the basement. What a good hubby. What’s the best part? It’s *SILENT* in the gym. Can’t hear another room in the house. Just flick those baby monitors to mute and hope for the best! Peace, quiet, and exercise. Heavenly. But maybe I’ll tune in every now and then to see if either of them are awake and singing me a song I can run to. They do have pretty cute voices, I guess.