There is an Angel in there somewhere...
My little ‘darling’ stopped napping in the day for about six months (maybe more) now. The past month or so, come afternoon/early evening (especially when I pick him up after work) he’s been vile - smacking me, pinching me, scramming me, kicking me and biting me in a Monty-Python-Killer-Rabbit-esque way. Well, a very apologetic Mother-in-Law told me he had a twenty minute nap on Tuesday - I didn’t and don’t mind him having a nap, my mindset is, that if his body needs a nap, he needs a nap. Well, what a difference in my child! He was an absolute sweetheart all evening, granted he didn’t go to sleep until later, but he was a joy. And now we get to this evening. I’m here writing this at 10.45pm, with one very AWAKE little boy - because Daddy cwtshed him to sleep at 4pm. But again, I have an Angel. My little sweetie has made me laugh all night with his cheekiness and has been so lovely and affectionate. Bring on the naps!
