It all started out of the blue, but our connection blossomed effortlessly. I transformed my life to make room for you, and I welcomed that change with open arms. I was a young and eager admirer, craving you multiple times a day. You were my go-to companion, whether in the comfort of my bed, sprawled out in the living room, or even sneaking in some moments while parked in the car. Honestly, I was clingy, and you were always there to indulge me. In those early days, it was natural and harmonious—truly a match made in heaven.
As time passed, like all relationships, ours evolved. You were still there for me most days, but sometimes I had to fight for your affection. There were moments when I surrendered, accepting that you wouldn’t show up, yet I held onto the hope that you would return. On some days, I maximized our time together, squeezing every drop of productivity from you. On others, I let your charms envelop me, losing track of time and responsibilities. Those lazy afternoons will be the ones I cherish forever—you were the ultimate Afternoon Delight.
But I took you for granted, thinking we had endless time together. I’m not ready to say goodbye, yet I know it’s time for me to part ways with you, Nap Time.
Just a few days before my eldest child’s eighth birthday, my youngest, a delightful 3-year-old, unexpectedly quit napping. It was sudden, out of nowhere—like a flip of a switch. For eight years, at least one of my three children snoozed each day, and during those precious quiet moments, the others would engage in mandatory solo time, lost in books or toys. As a stay-at-home mom, Nap Time was my oasis—my chance to work, unwind, and relish some much-needed silence. But then my youngest began struggling at bedtime, tossing and turning for hours and waking up from nightmares at midnight. Naps were no longer a blessing; they became a curse.
So, goodbye, dear Nap Time. I will miss you more than you can imagine.
But hold on! You can’t leave me yet!
- When will I enjoy my coffee in peace?
- When will I write?
- When can I have a moment alone in the bathroom?
- When will I vent to my girlfriends about the chaos of motherhood?
- When will I catch up on The Daily Show? Without Nap Time, I might not even make it to 11 PM!
I need you, Nap Time! Please tell me this isn’t our final farewell. Perhaps, in the future, we can reconnect. Meet me at the beach this summer! Join me under the shade of an umbrella while the kids build sandcastles with Dad.
A sweet, nostalgic rendezvous, just one last fling.
I’ll never stop cherishing you, Nap Time, and I know I was fortunate to have you in my life for as long as I did. Thank you for a wonderful eight years. Until we meet again!