So weekends are pretty awesome, I think most people would agree. I can leave work behind and spend blissful time with family and friends. And, I can also nap when Jack takes his nap. As his parents, we try to make sure to leave open a couple of hours on weekends for Jack to take a nap. This is part of his schedule M-F at preschool/daycare, and we varied from it once. ONCE. And it was a disaster. So many tears from me, and from Jack, and his really weird refusal to go sleep at 10 pm that night when bed time is usually 8:30 pm. I'm not saying we have to lay him down right at 1 pm for every nap, but we do need be home within a half hour or so of that nap window.
As someone with an autoimmune disease, I'm very thankful that my son takes a nap and that we can give that excuse to leave a party or a luncheon or whatever. Because truth is, I need that nap. A party or a luncheon or whatever, really zaps my energy. While I think about napping every day of the work week (A (work) day in the life of RA), I actually take that nap on weekends (most times). And I have the perfect excuse, my toddler son! I don't have to feel like the lame sicko that I know, and anyone close to me, knows I am.
There's usually no timer on my weekend naps, as Bobby will watch Jack if I nap longer than Jack, but I do find than more than a hour leaves me more tired and groggy than I originally was. Also, if I am doing more than one thing on a Saturday, like 2 birthday parties, and I don't really get a chance to nap, I've found a little green tea around 3 pm can restore some of that energy. But a nap is my preferred energy refresher on the weekends. And might as well, after all, it's the weekend!
Here's a typical Saturday for me:
8:00 AM: Jack is up. Jack may have woken up at 7:15 am, but he likes to lay in bed for a half hour if he can. Guess he got that from me. Bobby's been up since 7:00 am because week day schedules die hard. I'm debating whether or not to get up. My fingers hurt slightly, so I decide to go back to sleep.
8:30 AM: I can't really fall back asleep, so I get up. Jack's watching a cartoon, and I get to sit next to him on the couch. Bobby and I talk about going to breakfast, but I know we won't go to our most favorite breakfast place. It's right next to a bookstore that has a train set, which means one of us will be with Jack at the bookstore (because Jack has to play with that train set) while the other parent is scarfing breakfast at the restaurant. I also have to remind Bobby that I have to wait a half hour to eat (part of the requirements for my first pill of the day).
9:00 AM: We end up eating breakfast at home. Sometimes I remember to take my vitamins; sometimes I don't. It's the weekend! (I know, I know: your body doesn't care what day of the week it is).
10:30 AM: We make it out the door to go to our weekend activity: party, science museum, lunch, play date, etc. I really don't know where the 1-2 hours go in between breakfast and leaving the house. I think we have a tiny weeny black hole in our house. Anyway, we usually have a good time at said weekend activity.
1:30 PM: I tell Bobby I'm going to work on my writing or tasks, like laundry, but then I usually go lay down for a nap. I swear up and down my nap will only be an hour. Bobby ask if he should wake me. Sure, I say.
3:30 PM: Bobby tries to wake me; I brush him off with some good grunts.
4:00 PM: I hear that Jack is up. Keep napping.
4:30 PM: Ok, ok, I'm up. Blah, I napped too long. I just want to watch movies and order pizza for dinner.
6:00 PM: We order pizza. Or we have a dinner engagement to go to, so I force myself to go out. Or on a really good day, I feel up for a restaurant that has an outdoor play area (like Chandler Mall-- their outdoor square has really cool lawn games). I really enjoy the chance to play with Jack at the outdoor play area or watching Cars with him on the couch (for the 100th time; thank goodness Cars is a really good movie and makes me laugh every time we watch it).
8:30 PM: Jack goes to bed. I think about joining him.
10:30 PM: Woo hoo! I stayed up, go me, I'm not completely lame! And, Bobby and I finally finished watching recorded TiVo episodes of Downtown Abbey (yeah, we have some old stuff on the TiVo that we never really get around to watch). Time for bed- do I wash my face or not? Screw it, I'm tired. Take my night time pills. Then, it's lights out. Night, night!
Seriously, can it get any better than that? I love my weekends. I'm well rested and so happy on the weekends. I've never related more to an orange cat than when Mondays roll around. I have to say good-bye to all that happiness and all that fantastic napping. It sharks. So, I wish you a happy weekend and wonderful (weekend) naps! I'm off to nap...