Dear Naptime,
Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you as much as I should have. I mean, I adored you and the peaceful quiet you ushered in, but now that you’re gone, I really, really miss you. Was it something I said? Whatever it was, I take it back!
Or was it something I did wrong? I was home every day so I wouldn’t miss your small window. Every single day! For years, I’ve ran to answer the door before the bell was rung so you wouldn’t be interrupted. I respected you that much. You used to give me the chance to watch non-animated T.V. and fold all the laundry. I need you. Without you, I can’t go on, and neither can my laundry pile.
I’ll admit, near the end there I was taking you, Naptime, for granted. I had come to expect your presence; you had become all too reliable since day one, and I kinda thought you would always be around.
Since you’ve left us, the witching hour has gotten bad. Realllllly bad. I didn’t even know what a witching hour was until you were gone. Now surely my neighbors wonder what form of torture is taking place within the confines of our walls between 5-7:00 p.m.
Then again… I don’t know, maybe it won’t be so bad now that I don’t have to rush home to meet you by 1:00 every day. It was always tough to schedule separate Morning Activities from Afternoon Activities. The little one is now sleeping an extra hour in the morning, and hey, I’ll take 7:30 over 6:30 any day of the week. She’s so tired by the end of the day that her usual 467 excuses for getting up (“I can’t sleep/I need another sip of water/I’m still hungry/What are we doing tomorrow/How do airplanes fly?”) are predictably down to 2. Maybe I CAN do this without your help.
Could ya maybe just pop in once in a while to check on us? I’d be much obliged.
-Me
