Not me, Monday! Episode 5.

Today was a pretty rough day. Good thing it was not me who fell asleep on the couch while my son watched Toy Story for the fifteenth time since Friday. I'm not the kind of mama who believes in TV as a babysitter. In fact, I'm not really the kind of mama who believes in TV at all. When I first graduated from college, I didn't have cable because I couldn't afford it. Shortly after Doug and I got married, we didn't have cable because I realized that the introduction of something as mind-numbing and distracting as cable*** would be the death of our otherwise happy marriage.

See, Daniel hasn't napped since Friday. I know that in some circles, that's beyond a trend and is a new pattern that I should just adjust to and move on with life. But I'm not the kind of mama who decides that something is here to stay until it's really. Here. To. Stay. During our last napless run, I decided it was time for Daniel to have quiet time in his room for 30 minutes while I had quiet time in my head for 30 minutes to avoid spontaneous combustion. It worked. He played rather quietly while I dozed in and out of conciousness and rested just long enough to re-energize and tackle the rest of the day. Yesterday, that "quiet time" was rudely interupted by a very ill-timed diaper mishap. Today? Well, I guess it wasn't me who decided that a movie and a snack would suffice for our quiet time. Nearly an hour after I turned on the movie, I woke up (quite confused as to what I was doing asleep. . . ) and realized that 1. my house was still standing, 2. I felt human again, 3. my child was still in one piece, and 4. I had missed a text inviting us to play our napless afternoon away. Three out of four isn't bad.

So today, it wasn't me who said, "Hang the rules and half of my belief system - I'm taking a nap." It wasn't me who woke up from said nap with a new outlook on life. It wasn't me who ate my words in peace and quiet. And it most certainly wasn't me who shared all of this with the blogging world, outing myself and my moment of weakness.


***I didn't always feel this way about cable. It was only after falling madly in love with a man who has severe ADD that I developed these feelings. However, the longer I live without TV, the more I despise it. That is all.***