Since Joy started sleeping consistently, I haven't really felt like I needed naps.
Until this round of daylight savings time. Now I could schedule nap time right into my 'needs' category. It's sad really. I'm 32 (or am I 31?) and I go to bed very early. This week I went to bed before 9 more than once. Sean was like, "Well, I'm not gonna argue that we all have better days when you've gotten your required amount of sleep." Direct quote. Thanks Honey.
But it's true. So factoring in that I go to bed early and the kids have been sleeping fairly well it shouldn't make me cringe when I hear Ty knocking on his door, (from the inside,) at 5:45 am. Because I am well-rested and all. But I do cringe. And beg him through prayer to go back to bed until 7. Clearly God has bigger fish to fry.
So I wait for the sweet spot-hour when Ty is at school and the girls nap at the same time. Every once in a while, I find it. Glory.
Maybe I can make it past nine tonight. It's a glamorous life I lead.