When the twins were born, I vaguely remember the first few months being filled with babies alternately crying and sleeping. When they were sleeping, my kids were so beautiful that they would have given a hobo a renewed faith in humanity. Total angels, my kids–except for when they were awake. Baby A was my colicky crier and Baby B kept quiet most of the time–I think out of fear that his twin sister would turn on him and try to eat him when I walked away, or that she would otherwise impart her misery on him in some other most distressing way. Eventually time passed and a daily routine formed–the highlights of which were the twins’ two daily naps. Ahh, there are no sweeter times in a twin parent’s day then nap times. Can I get an Amen, my friends?
Around age eighteen months they reduced their daily nap quantity from two to one. I know what you’re thinking: “Fewer naps?! What the….? Who DOES that??” What a woeful time that was for me, the stay at home mom whose only brief moments of sanity occurred when the wee ones were asleep. That alone time was my chance to get centered, and hope my ears would stop bleeding from all the noise, oy. A freezing cold cup of coffee and a Maury rerun in the quiet downstairs were never so enjoyable than after three hours of parenting two uncivilized little animals who I’ve noticed resemble only their father. If Mother Nature wanted to keep me a little more loyal to–and patient with–my kids, she would have made them look at least a little like me. Can I get an Amen? So back then, the only thing scarier than twins reducing from two naps to one is the idea that one day they would eventually reduce from one nap to zero. ::shudder::
And now here we are. They are nearly four-and-a-half years old, and as of this month neither of them nap at all most days. This is unconscionable on their part, if you ask me. There are exhausted adults everywhere in our zip code and these kids completely take for granted that they beds with whom they share with no one and have a mother who is so supportive of their right to rest. They are going to drive me to the absolute brink of insanity, aren’t they? Never mind that I’m barely hanging on as it is. That’s it, I can’t even handle this conversation anymore–I’m off to go take a nap.
Cassandra can be found on Twitter @aclevergirl. Learn more about her family’s unique challenges and why they have hope for a cure for muscular dystrophy at byrdsforacure.org.