A lot of people wait for 5:00… anxiously plowing through the last hours of the work day. There’s even a song about it being 5:00 somewhere! Moms at home with their babies look forward to around 12:30 or 1:00… NAP TIME.
As a school teacher, I am fortunate enough to be able to spend my summers being a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom, for you amateurs). I simply revel in these gorgeous sunny days I get to spend playing with trucks and wading in plastic pools and reading stories and building block towers and singing silly songs…and.. and… the list is endless! But no other part of the day is greater than the 2 hours after lunch where that boy takes a NAP. Raise your glass if you agree!
My son is particularly energetic. He’s a climber. A doer. A faller. A knee-scraper. A digger. A puddle stomper.
A thrower. A MANIAC! And I wouldn’t have him any other way. Do you have a boy like this? Well today was one of those days that just when I thought I might have just sprung a gray hair Clairol couldn’t contend with, Zachary got the post-lunch sleepy eyes. Hallelujah! Praise whomever you choose! Because that’s the kind of country we live in! Hallelujah again!
And now it’s quiet. Please nobody move. Or breathe hard. Mommy needs her naptime.