At nap time's heyday, I was guaranteed almost two hours. Two hours of freedom to do such exciting things like load the dishwasher and throw in a load of laundry.
After the boys stopped napping, I started to enforce "quiet time." Quiet time required they all be in their rooms and play quietly while I collapsed face down in bed for a quick snooze. Quiet time didn't have all the guarantees of nap time, but it was still enough to give me a nice boost to make it through the rest of my day.
Alas, we now live in a world without napping and without quiet time. It is a very sad world indeed. But while the boys no longer officially nap, the long days of summer swimming, playing and running here, there and everywhere can wear a three year old out to the point of utter exhaustion.
It looks like nap time has moved to the playroom couch - usually around 2 in the afternoon. That's okay - I'll take it.
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