The Art of Micro-Napping
Let me tell you about the art of micro-napping. Micro-napping consists of mini naps taken by my mini me. She’s really quite good at it. Wednesdays tend to be my catch up day. I catch up on--and when I say catch up on, I mean I TRY to catch up on--school work, studying, and rest (HA-HA to that last one!) Anyway, around 11:00am, my baby is ready for her first round of sleep. We have the same routine each time—we grab a bottle, go upstairs, cuddle, and she drifts off to sleep while I make a mental list of all the things I need to do. I then excitedly head downstairs and start catching up. I usually start in the kitchen—sweep, and do dishes which consist of bottles and baby bowls. I usually throw a load of laundry in the washer and head to the living room to put the scattered toys away. I try to be as quiet as possible, but I usually end up stepping on one of her loud toys—her little stuffed animal that sings and claps and barks. I check the digital monitor and see that she’s still sleeping like an angel. I’m now 15 minutes into the nap—the house is “straightened up” and I can take my favorite spot on the couch, turn on Adele or Lana Del Ray, and start studying. I get about half-a-page into my anatomy book and I hear stirring upstairs. I wait quietly and hope that she’s changing positions in her pack-n-play. She lays her head back down and I think to myself, “phew that was a close one.” I settle back down into my studying and within a few minutes, she’s wide awake.! I Go upstairs where I find her smiling, babbling, and so excited to see me. I bring her downstairs and we start all over. She plays, I play, we eat (and really I mean she eats), and shortly after, she’s ready for another mini-nap. We do this three or four times a day and the naps usually don’t last more than twenty minutes. Sometimes I feel like we’re re-playing a scene from “Groundhog Day.” It’s amazing to think that twenty minutes of rest is enough to power her up for hours of exploration and playtime. At the end of the day, I look around and think of all the things that didn’t get done, but then I realize, “there’s always tomorrow…or next week!”
What would you do with an extra twenty minutes every day?