So this past weekend I was exhausted… for a number of reasons other than just being a mom of a teething toddler. I ran a 5k (go me!), the CEO had been out of town for an entire week (i.e. I stayed up too late every night working on the computer), and I’d been losing sleep over a to-do list that has grown out of control.
So Sunday, as jet lagged daddy and associate A napped, I took Associate P out for some 1:1 time. We biked around the neighborhood and parked at the playground. After about the millionth game of “pay a toll with a kiss to get by,” I could barely keep my eyes open. It was 78 degrees, sunny, perfect and breezy. All I wanted to do was lay down. So I pulled a play from the dinner playbook and bribed my little one.
“If you let mommy lay on the bench and take a little 10 minute nap, I’ll give you a cookie when we get home!”
Associate P enthusiastically agreed, and promised to stay in the little playground area and play quietly. I flopped over on the bench and passed out faster than you can say “I LOVE NAP TIME!”
I know he is only 2 1/2 but he is the most cautious kid in the world and won’t consider doing anything remotely exciting or dangerous unless my hand is within reach, so I had full confidence he would stay clear of the huge climbing wall and just be playing “yard work” — cleaning the mulch and bushes — like he usually does.
10 – maybe 15 – minutes later I open my eyes. My sweet boy is siting on the ground next to my bench playing with a stick. Then I notice there is another family that has joined us at the playground. I sit up, wipe the drool from my cheek, and say a quiet prayer they just arrived and didn’t just observe me sleeping while my kid examined rocks and mulch.
I was totally BUSTED napping on the job. Hopefully they didn’t then hear Associate P say, “can we go home and get my cookie now, mommy?”