It is a truth universally acknowledged that my daughter’s naps will last for exactly 30 minutes unless I have somewhere to go. Then they will last an hour. Or two. Or even three. But only if there’s been a timeline established for the day. Otherwise, 30 minutes. No more, no less.
As I type, my daughter has been sleeping for an hour. This is her second nap of the day. My husband and I are both sitting on the couch. We are showered and dressed and hungry. We’ve been up with her since 5:30. Although we did doze in and out during her first hour of wakefulness, we’ve been dealing with our rolling, smiling, snacking girl all morning. And now we are hungry. We want to go to the diner (that grand New Jersey Sunday tradition), but for now we wait. When we put her down for her nap we thought, let’s let her sleep for a little bit. She’s clearly tired and that way she won’t be a cranky monster in the diner. She’ll only sleep half an hour, we thought. We can wait half an hour for pancakes (sweet sweet pancakes).
That was an hour ago. If she’s not up by 11:00 we will give up the ghost of the diner and make breakfast here. We have bacon and eggs, but, of course, it’s not the same. We’re trying to get out and do more with the baby now that she’s a little older, and we figured the diner was a low stakes family trip. But now, as 11:00 draw nearer and nearer (and my daughter drifts deeper and deeper into sleep) it looks more and more likely that we’ll be eating at home for today.
We’ll just have to plan another trip somewhere else!