Last week I repainted our master bedroom.
I really wanted to do it last week because we were getting new carpet for that room installed on Saturday and I thought it best I attempt painting when the carpet below me could be completely ruined.
I had put off repainting the master bedroom for close to a year.
(Seriously…I’ve had the paint since just before Tom was born, thinking I could paint it while home on maternity leave. Hahahahahahaha!)
So I had to paint it in two days.
Did I mention I put it of on Monday and Tuesday of that week too? I did.
My thought was that I’d do the first coat on Wednesday, second coat on Thursday and then touch ups and the ceiling borders on Friday.
And I would do it all during Tom’s two naps.
Last week was the first time Tom rebelled against the morning nap.
He’s an early bird but usually goes down for an hour long nap after being up for two hours.
So on Wednesday, with my paint supplies all ready — I put him down for his nap around 8:30 a.m.
And then I went downstairs and started painting.
And then I heard him talking. Laughing. Playing.
After about 30 minutes, he started to fuss.
After 10 more minutes, he started to cry.
So I put my paint stuff down and ran upstairs and soothed Tom and put him back down.
And he cried some more, but eventually fell asleep.
By then I didn’t trust he would nap though, so I spent his naptime cleaning up my paint.
Then Thursday, I put him down for his nap and he immediately cried.
So, I did what I’d never done — gave him a bottle in his crib.
(I know! Don’t tell his future dentist!)
And he fell asleep, thankfully. I mean, I had work to do! Didn’t he know that?
By Friday, I figured out he was done with the morning nap.
I called my sister and she confirmed that it sounded like the case.
So I spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday trying to figure out how to get rid of his morning nap. I didn’t put him down for his traditional morning nap on those days, but he took short naps during our walk or in the car anyway.
But Monday, I meant business. We were going to skip that nap!
He woke up at 5:30 a.m. (Ummm…sucks.)
I was able to keep him up until 10:30 a.m.
He slept until Noon.
So I figured that was his nap for the day.
And then I/we were able to keep him awake until 7:45 p.m. And I am telling you now — that was not easy. Or particularly pleasant.
No really, I got punched in the face. It left a mark!
I just knew he would sleep in on Tuesday.
And so he woke up at 5:30 a.m. again.
And then I started to worry.
His birthday party is Saturday at noon. Would we really be able to have this nap business sorted out before Saturday? Would he be a tired little grump face on his birthday?
I asked my sister’s advice and she suggested keeping the 10:30 a.m. naptime this week and to work on pushing the nap further into the afternoon next week.
Yes, that sounded smart and like a solid plan.
So after deciding that was what I would do, I put him down for his morning nap at 9.
I chickened out.
He seemed so tired! He was rubbing his face! He was clinging to me for dear life! He was constantly nuzzling his elephant!
So I put him down, and then I ran downstairs to confess my mommy failure to Kev.
Who (of course) said, “Well, that’s okay! We’ll just start on it next week. Maybe he wasn’t ready to drop it after all.”
Yes, that’s it!
Tom wasn’t ready.
Definitely not me.
Even though I’ve gotten TONS of stuff done since he’s been napping.
Like…writing this blog.