A few weeks ago, Steve decided it was too difficult to put Myles to bed at night because he, having had a two hour nap at daycare, was still wide awake at bedtime. My oh-so-brilliant husband had the idea that it was time to end the daycare nap. He, on his own advice, asked the daycare ladies to try to keep Myles awake during the day. I remained respectfully silent on the issue, since I have generally abdicated all bedtime responsibilities under the guise of being a general distraction to my boys who keeps them up way past their bedtime no matter what tricks I may try. He puts them to bed...he can be in charge.
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha HA HA HA HA!
It lasted three days. Three days of an inconsolable (screaming) three-year-old who was CONVINCED there were spiders and snakes in any darkened room including...you guessed it...the bedroom. Tired? Yes. Overtired to the point of hallucination? You betcha. TRY getting a three-year-old to sleep under those conditions.
Steve BEGGED daycare to reinstitute the daytime nap.
And I giggled.