I'm going to be honest about something.
I don't really like naps very much.
(For me, that is. I LOVE naps for the toddler.)
When BG was a newborn, and didn't sleep AT ALL at night, I treasured the three hours of sleep we got in the morning after my husband left for work because it was the only sleep I got all day. But now, it's different. My little one sleeps a lot at night and, more importantly, my big one is awake most of the day.
Two hours a day is all I get to myself.
I want to read, I want to write, I want to learn, I want to play. I want to eat lots of chocolate. I want to feel pampered. I want to get things done around the house, and do it quickly and efficiently.
But man, I'm so tired.
Usually when I take a nap, I wake up feeling worse. I wake up to my big girl screaming for me from her room, and it takes me a minute to be able to get out of bed. I feel guilty, groggy and resentful.
But today I'm not sure what happened. I opened my eyes on the couch a minute before I heard her yell. And then I slowly got up and finished my water before I went upstairs. I stopped to pick things up before I went upstairs. By the time I got there, BG had stopped yelling for me.
I opened her door, and she smiled at me from her bed. "Good girl!" she announced.
"Yes, baby, you are a good girl."
"Let's go see baby sister!"
"Okay, sweetie, let's go."
I feel human again, I feel refreshed. And, no, I didn't meet all of my needs during this naptime, but somehow that's okay right now.