Dear Memoirs of a Desperate Nap-Needing Housewife,
We have been good friends for 77 posts now. You've been a great title. One that encompassed my stage of life as I mothered 3 very small children. They were just babies you see, and I was constantly exhausted. So your name fit my title perfect. I was desperate for naps.
But this morning, I woke up before my husband and children, and instead of rolling over to get any amount of sleep I could get, I hopped out of bed, got dressed for the day, straightened my curly mop of hair, and waited for the kids to wake up so I could get them ready for the day too.
I'm just not desperate anymore. I now spend nap time sewing, embroidering, or reading a good book. The only nap I take is when my youngest, now 2, won't sleep, so I snuggle next to her and sing.
I no longer would trade chocolate for sleep.
Yes, that last statement shows the extent of my moving on. I am ready to embrace the next stage of my life - the stage of being a zookeeper to preschoolers and elementary kids. I am excited to move on from my stage of babies everywhere to this stage of curious-george-like wonder.
You will always be a part of me. A memory of a stage survived, a stage completed, and now I applaud you for all the work you've seen me through.
Best of wishes, dear old title.