There's no real point to this post but I got to the root of my crazy (some of it any way) and felt like writing it out here.
Yesterday it took me 45 minutes to put DS down for a nap and then he woke 18 minutes later because he sneezed. It's funny now. :P During the whole ordeal, I was freaking out, grumbling, swearing, the works, and this coming from a woman who said no one was ever allowed to say bad words in front of the baby! Anyway, I lost my cool and was not proud of it. Especially since it was something so stupid as a nap. Really, not the end of the world, I know.
So I got to thinking about why I got so upset. I really wanted to figure out the reason I was so frustrated and I realized it had to do with my wanting to be the "perfect" mother. (I work at letting go of that notion every day because intellectually I know there is no such thing.) So here's the kooky part. DS is going to daycare in September and the thought of him being a troublesome napper was making me anxious. Why? The reason, I realized is so ridiculous. Because I'm afraid the provider will think I'm a terrible mother because my baby doesn't want to take a nap. As I type that out here, I realize I'm nuts! But the good part is, once I get to the bottom of something like this, I usually can let it go.
And gofigure, this time yesterday I was pulling my hair out and today? DS went down for his afternoon nap in 30 seconds. A couple of forehead rubs and out cold.
Babies really keep you on your toes, huh?