Why Naptime for Mommy Doesn't Mean Sleeping

Due to a late night out for Shaun and a late night in for me, the two of us decided that once we got the girls down for a nap, it'd be our turn.

I got C settled into her swing (because that guarantees a much more lengthy nap) and Shaun took Bean into her room.

We turned on the monitors and retired to our room. Silence.

Oh that was a blissful sound.

We looked at each other and grinned before sinking our heads into our pillows.

Naptime.

Yeah.

I should really know better, right?

I don't. I never will.

Anyway, about 5 minutes in, I hear C happily chattering away. I ignored her. She went back to sleep after a few moments.

Easy enough, right?

Heh.

My body was crossing that weird threshold between wakefulness and sleep. Suddenly, I started hearing a weird whispering sound.

"Mommagotaboogiegetit. Mommagotaboogiegetit."

My brain was too fuzzy to register much at that point, but when I felt something brush against my cheek, my eyes flew open.

A half an inch in front of my face were two big hazel eyes, staring me down. She was brushing my face with a kleenex.

I was totally confused and more than a little weirded out by the proximity of her face to mine and the fact that facial tissue was being used to tickle my cheeks.

"MOMMYGOTTABOOGIEGETIT!"

"wha? What's going on? Aren't you sleeping?"

(Isn't it obvious that I'm really quite good at grasping the facts of a situation?)

Stage whispered, "MOMMY! I GOT A BOOGIE! GET IT!"

What the heck, man? What happened to nap-time? Her nose was booger-free. I looked over at Shaun to see if he could be the one to redirect this little booger-free munchkin back to her bed. (Boogers = a ruse to escape her bed). Of course, he's drooling into his pillow, oblivious to the world.

Nap time - thwarted. Again.

I swear, she has sonar. Or nap-dar. Either way, she knows.