Well, after Dylan lost the privilege of listening to audiobooks at naptime and then further lost the privilege of being able to open his door (I put the child-protector thingy back on his doorknob), I've spent the last hour listening to him go through every possible negotiation tactic from behind the now-locked door.
First it was a standard screaming tantrum. Then he lost track of why he was angry and just started chanting the words "Mommy Daddy come here now!" over and over in increasingly silly voices. Then he tried being very sad and saying "Mommy...I'm so lonely..." Now he's yelling "Mommy and Daddy I have a surprise for both of you!" in an attempt to bribe us in there.
I'm thinking it may be time to simply quit naptime altogether, but the thought of losing my one hour of peace and quiet a day makes me want to cry. Maybe we should just let him watch TV.
Jessica, for what it's worth, both my kids gave up the afternoon nap right at age 2. It sucked for a few months because they kept falling asleep right before dinner and never slept through the night for the first two months but they were getting their 11-12 hours of sleep without the nap.
As much as I miss it, if they're not going to sleep, the battle may not be worth it. But you could probably let him earn some tv time by keeping 1/2 hour Quiet Rest Time as a standard policy.
I am running errands with tentative plans to visit Colin. Or go back home and lie down. Got to smog next.
Score! My space heater picked the perfect time to melt down, as Target is having a clearance sale. I picked up a much more compact model that heats just as well (no cooling function though) for $10.
Our 30% chance of light snow is now 100% with snow that is starting to accumulate. So my plan for today is to stay inside with my beautiful fireplace. And the Glee marathon.
Okay, smog passed. Off to see Colin.
Hey, did Perkins ask what we're doing this weekend?
I posted this in Bitches earlier, but I'm happy to x-post --
We're going to a Mardi Gras shindig tonight, and I found a black skirt to wear with my flamey corset. Also wearing devil horns, because they go with the flames.
The shindig sounds pretty cool -- sideshow freaks, belly dancers, cabaret -- but mostly it's just an excuse to wear my corset somewhere other than a kink party.
That is an awesome skirt, Teppy. Hope you have a blast at the shindig.
I'm laughing my ass off right now -- Tim is on the phone with his best friend, who is also going to the shindig tonight, and they're talking about what they're going to wear and what Friend could borrow from Tim.
I am totally the guy in this relationship. (Except I make Tim kill bugs. Especially crunchy ones.)
