Perchance to dream

We are into new territory. We are (*shudder*) phasing out the nap.

It seems impossible to imagine a nap-free existence in this household. When will I regroup? When will I sit down for 10 minutes? When will I get a reprieve from the questions, all the questions? Or, -gasp!- when will I blog?

If I reach back waaaaay into the recesses of my mind, I can almost remember when the Bug took TWO naps a day. What did I do with all the gobs of time that gave me? Why did I not write the Great American Novel or organize all my photos chronologically into cutesy scrapbooks? Oh, that’s right. I WAS TOO DAMN TIRED.

There are definitely things about having a two and a half year old that are way easier than having a 3 month old or 13 month old, say. I mean, he can walk now! Really well! And he can wash his hands by himself, and take his own clothes off, and feed himself and get in and out of the car himself, the list goes on! So my energy is not spent toting him around or shielding him from danger (as much) or rocking him or cleaning him up.

So why am I so freakin’ exhausted?

It’s because of the mental energy he takes now. OH. MY. GOSH.

Mommylookatdis!Discargofasterthantheredtruck.Mommy,watch.Areyouwatching?
Didyouseethat?DidyouseethatMommy?Mommy,whyyouputtingthatonyourface?
Whatismakeup?Whyyouwearmakeup?Iwantsomemakeupforme.Mommy,whatisdis
littlethingIfoundontheground?ButwhatitDOMommy?Whereitcomefrom?Whyiton
theground?Howitgetthere?Whysomebodydroppeditthere?Mommy,Iwantasnack.
Iwanttogooutside.Mommywhywecan’tgooutside?Mommywhyitraining?Whydo
thingsgetWET,Mommy?Mommy,PLAYwithme.MommyPLAYwithme.MommyI
wanttowatchamovie.MommyIwantasnack!Mommywhyyoumakethatface?Mommy
PLAYwitme!Mommy,IwantDADDY!IwantDADDY,Mommy!

For the record, that was 18 Mommies. And adding in the time it takes me to answer all those questions, a verbal diarrhea spell like that would last maybe 5 or 6 minutes. Which, if I did my math right is a glimpse for you of ONLY 0.8% of my day.

That being said, he is really fun to talk to sometimes. And he’s so sweet and considerate (most of the time). And truthfully, I’m glad he’s so inquisitive.

Besides, on the way home from school today he cut me a little slack. Instead of asking his normal “Mommy, whose car is that? Whose car is that, Mommy? Where is that car going? Where is that car going?” he took a break from the Kid Inquisition. Instead, the whole way home he just repeated in a singsong voice, “I’m as happy as a lark! Happy as a lark! Happy as a lark! I’m as happy as a lark!”

He might be nap-free, but he’s still the one for me.

5 comments

1 Amanda { 10.16.07 at 4:35 pm }

This sounds like life with my husband. PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!! :) I can’t imagine what our kids will be like if they take after him. I’ve already told him he’ll have to deal with the kids that are like him. :)

2 Rachel D { 10.16.07 at 4:59 pm }

I think it is so cute that he asks you who each car belongs to and where it is going. He thinks you are omnipotent! You are super-mommy.

3 Joe T. { 10.16.07 at 5:48 pm }

I seem to recall that his mommy was a bit like that a few years ago. And I suspect his dad was, too. Tiring? Yes. Worth it? Yes, indeed.

4 Anjie { 10.16.07 at 7:47 pm }

where did he learn the phrase “happy as a lark”?!?

5 racher { 10.16.07 at 8:03 pm }

I’m so glad you asked, Anjie. For it leaves me an opportunity to link to one of my favorite kid’s books:
http://www.amazon.com/Quick-as-Cricket-Audrey-Wood/dp/0859531511/ref=pd_bbs_2/103-2853962-4740648?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1192579363&sr=8-2
It’s by the same people who wrote “The Napping House”

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