If anyone could benefit from a daily nap, it’s a 19-month-old maniac who spends all day chasing after preschoolers and attempting death-defying stunts, right?
My son has not taken a nap at daycare in two months.
Since the rest of the kids there are four to six years old, there’s no built-in naptime where the whole group takes a breather and rests for a bit. And since my son has a pathological phobia of missing out on fun, he just…won’t nap. According to the daycare provider, every day they lay him down and try to get him snuggled in for a little snooze, at which point he jumps up and down shouting “outside! outside!” (where all the big kids are having tons of fun without him, obviously) until they take pity on him and let him run free.
As a result of this refusal to nap, when I pick him up at 4:30, he’s pretty much in zombie-mode, fighting to keep his eyes open on the five minute walk home. At this point, he’s definitely ready for a solid three-hour nap…but it’s 4:30! That’s no time for a nap! If I let him nap at that ridiculous hour, he’ll either wake up rested and raring to go at 7pm and stay up till 11pm (no thank you) or refuse to be roused and sleep through the night, only to rise for the day at 5am (been there, done that; once again: no thank you).
So instead I go for option #3: force him to stay awake until at least 6:00. Of course, since he’s so freakin’ tired, this is not easy. I usually start by giving him a bath, since he returns from daycare so filthy it almost defies understanding, and then I give him dinner.
Correction: I try to give him dinner.
Do you know how hard it is to eat when you’re so tired you can barely keep your eyes open to see the food? Or when all you want to do is suck your thumb?
Yes, he is trying to suck his thumb AND eat a cracker. At the same time.
These dinners are far from successful. However, I have wised up in recent weeks: I no longer bother offering him full meals, since I know he won’t consume them. Instead, I just try to get a few precious crumbs of sustenance down his tired little gullet before his sleepiness becomes so pathetic that I start feeling cruel for keeping him up, give up, and put him in bed.
As evidence, here’s a sampling of his dinner menus from the past few weeks (and just to clarify, I do indeed mean that each one of these comprised his entire dinner, not that he ate all of these delightful treats on the same night):
- Four peanut butter crackers (pictured above)
- One half of one chicken nugget
- Seven honey-graham cookies and two bites of banana
- Six raspberries
- Ten macaroni noodles
- 1/4 of a bagel with cream cheese (practically a feast!)
- One string cheese
- One veggie pouch
- Two bites of some pizza I was eating
- Nine pieces of Life cereal (dry)
- One silver-dollar pancake
On the bright side of this madness, I am saving an awful lot of time by not cooking for the kid five days a week.