See, a rule of thumb that always seems to hold true in parenting is if I play, I pay.
We get together with friends pretty often, and usually I am religious about getting home in time for the 1:00 nap.
Like crazy nutso dedicated religious.
You can set your clock by me, I am that on point with it.
But today was our final play date with our amazing friend M and her kids before they move, and so I fudged a little on getting home.
We were about 20 minutes late.
Doesn't seem THAT major, does it?
But I will let the photographs below speak for themselves.
As will the fact that for the first time in history, neither of my children took a nap.
Nope, for 3 hours straight, what they did was jump. And scream. And strip. And laugh maniacally. And destroy their rooms. And crap.
I changed 5 poopy diapers during "nap time" today.
5.
Do the math. It's mind boggling.
So yeah, count me as schooled. No chance in hell I'm ever gonna jack with nap time again.
If the penance is changing poopy diapers for JoJo the giggling idiot boy for 3 hours while he feverishly tries to "interfere", and chasing Lady Godiva around her room after she has trashed it... AGAIN... I think I will just stick to nap time.
NOTE: Yes, this was officially the final straw for Sterling's bedroom furniture. The room is now stripped bare except for a bed.
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