also known as Mom is tired; roast your own damn marshmallow on the stove.
So I co-parent which kind of means that my kid stays with me a few days a week and stays with her dad the other days of the week. The days kid are with her dad are the days that I try to cram in all of the things that fuel mommy guilt: second job, time out with a few friends (speaking of, I need to schedule some time out with the gals), time at work, time with dude (although my dude has been around long enough that I’m comfortable having him hang with kid and me but I was kinda talking Adult Swim Time, if you know what I mean. I mean dinner that doesn’t come in with a number and combo meal. Hiyo).
That first day when the kid is home and we rush through the routine of mom and child, I find myself going through the motions for dinner (real food prep, not just something I wolf down from a pot) for prepping for the next day: clothes from a drawer (not the frantic pull of random they may or may not fit items from the dryer) and bed: passing out on the couch with the cat on my head won’t do.
The next day it’s the same as the first, a little bit slower and a little bit worst! We are tired, zombies and the end of the week crawls as we make it through the routine of being. I’m a mom; a role model, even! I have to suck up those yawns and take care of my child and run my house. But I’m so, oh so sleepy and I miss all of those naps that I boldly said no to and the naps that I turned into TV watching. I’m formally requesting time during each work day for adult nap time.
Who was the brainchild who came up with naps for the young? And why aren’t they even offered to adults? If given the chance, I would take a nap in a heartbeat. I believe with my whole heart, and a lung, that naps should be mandated. Forget Affordable Care Act! Let’s get cracking on the Pillow Pals Act in which every worker will be given a pillow, blanket and a little pallet to sleep on.
Today I heard a mom begging, BEGGING! her toddler to go home for lunch and a nap. If it were me, knowing I had lunch waiting, a story and a nap, I would be the be the best napper ever.
Naps, like youth, are wasted on the young.
Let’s give them back to sleepy parents like me.