Perhaps I exaggerate. However, The Young Man's thirty minute nap at daycare did indeed turn into a marathon of fidgeting, thrashing about, sobbing and whining. From 8:30pm until 11:00pm, he tried very hard and very unsuccessfully to go to sleep. I felt for him, but since one of us always lies down with TYM, my patience was wearing thin as my brain helpfully counted off all of the items I was not going to attend to that night. We all survived with some shred of dignity intact, but the experience did in my laissez-faire attitude towards mid-day naps. We have now asked daycare to interrupt, quickly and consistently, all post-lunch nap action. Even if it means our evenings are slightly more unpleasant, at least they have a change of ending at a reasonable time. And honestly, there is not much that is more pitiful than a preschooler with insomnia. Just seems a tad young for all that.
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