He knows…somehow. Don’t ask me how, I can’t explain. All I know is that he knows. Spooky….
My baby boy is onto me. Whenever I have hopes for an highly indulgent activity such as a nap during the day or a hot, lavender infused bath in the evening, his peaceful sleep time fails to eventuate. He may go down without much fuss, and even appear to be sleeping soundly, but inevitably it ends abruptly. Or he fusses, groans and cries on and off and sleep never gets established. Can he read my mind? Does he think me unworthy of a little relaxation?
Today was marked as a day to make sure I had a nap, having failed to do so over the last few days and finding that the fatigue was getting on top of me. I lay him down in his cot and went about filling in some forms until I knew he was asleep. Problem was, he kept making noises…for about 45 minutes. When eventually I decided that the coast was clear for nap time (I swear he was sleeping!) I peeled back my doona, curled up into a ball, closed my eyes and, no more than 30 seconds later, he started crying and didn’t stop. Cruel, just plain cruel.
So, instead of getting some much needed feet up, eyes closed, brain shut down time I power-walked (perhaps ‘power’ is a little over-stated) around the block with a grizzly baby. Hmmm, maybe that was his little plan all along, to give me some fresh air and exercise. Maybe his sixth sense isn’t so evil. Still, a nap would’ve been nice.
