It’s happening. For weeks, I’ve known it was coming…the days when Alex wouldn’t go to sleep, the days when he woke up after only an hour. But they were interspersed with lots of 2 ½-hour naps, ended by me dragging him back to consciousness. It’s been a guessing game, trying to put him down late enough that he’s actually tired, and won’t fight going to sleep. But I was hoping it might last a while longer.
But today, and yesterday, I can’t deny the reality anymore. Naptime is on its way out. Two days in a row, as if he’s on an alarm: down at one, up at two.
I can’t complain, really. After all, he’s going to be four years old in a few months. And I’ve been worrying about the opposite problem, too—what happens to a kindergartener who needs a midday nap, when the only option available is full-day school? Still…
Sigh.
I guess getting up at 5:30 a.m. to write is about to become even more important.
Kathleen M. Basi 