Irony

Elizabeth is slowly growing out of her afternoon nap. She now only takes one every 3 or 4 days or so. The rest of the days, she participates in "quiet time" in her room. Not that it's always quiet - a lot of the time she's singing loudly or reading to herself, but at least she occupies herself for anywhere between 1 and 2 hours. It's actually when she starts to get quiet that David has to worry. Because that usually means she's occupying herself by strewing the entire contents of her toy box and bookshelf throughout the room, leaving approximately the equivalent of a small tornado's worth of chaos.

Today at lunch, Elizabeth was really trying to convince me I should stay home and not go back to work. Unfortunately, I had a site visit to do and a report I had to get out, so I couldn't go along with it. But, as it turned out, my site visit got cancelled, leaving me time to finish up my report. Then, my company announced we could all head home 2 hours early because it was Good Friday. Now, I must admit, normally I would stay in my office and take advantage of the quietness of the 2 hours to catch up on stuff for work (confessions of a recovering workaholic, I know). But, today I remembered how she had begged and pleaded for me to stay and play with her this afternoon, so I shut everything down and headed upstairs, planning to get a headstart on our easter egg coloring activities.

And - here's where the irony hits in...you knew I'd get there eventually, right? - the one day I was going to take advantage of the new non-nap schedule, what do I find Elizabeth doing? Snoozing away in a good old-fashioned nap. Figures!