Thursday, March 4, 2010
I knew I was taking a chance today running around all day with Baby Hulk and Kobra without stopping for a nap. The kids seemed fine, no tantrums, no fussing out of the ordinary. I was so fine with my decision to skip naps for the day. But it has come back to haunt me. It's almost 11 pm, and both boys have already woken up twice since I put them down to sleep. I know naps are sacred, why did I challenge this fact of life? As I sleep in the yellow chair holding one of the two, I will be thinking that.