Why is it that when Dad wants a nap, he just disappears and has one? There's no guilt. No worry about a task left undone. No concern of whether or not the kids will get fed/cleaned/entertained. He just goes.
And we let him. Well, Mom probably bitches under her breath a bit, but everyone lets him be. The kids don't jump on him and go in to wake him up for a new sippy cup of apple juice. They don't crawl in next to him and turn on the TV. He just gets to sleep.
But Mom? On the extremely rare occasion that a mother attempts this thing called a nap, well, all heck breaks loose. Apparently, Dad is completely incapable of fulfilling any of the kids' needs or desires. Or at least they seem to think so.
Case in point ...
We've all been sick here for what seems like a month. Yesterday hubs told me to just go have a nap. I made him promise to actually play with Little Boo, to keep him entertained. He said of course. I laid down and decided to catch up on some PVR'ed shows.
Where did they end up? In the next room. Yeah, that helped. Little Boo got on the computer and Hubs laid on the bed and played with his iPad.
Little Boo came in to see me approximately every 5 minutes. The Webkinz site kicked him out (read, he clicked to close the window by accident). He wanted more juice. He wanted his bum wiped. One thing after another. Meanwhile, his father was right next to him, and not even noticing that he was leaving the room to come poke at me. He's a great gatekeeper. And then of course Hubs fell asleep.
And a couple of days ago, I went for an actual nap. The same thing. Little Boo could not be parted from me, and Hubs was apparently incapable of focusing on him long enough to keep him occupied downstairs. Is this really such a huge thing to ask of the family? That Mom be allowed to have a small little bit of alone time in her own home?
What do you do to get some peace and quiet? I've seriously considered booking myself a night alone in a hotel, but that seems excessive and expensive. I know I should just absolutely treasure the cuddles and love and adoration. And I do. I know this won't last forever. But still, for my mental health, I just need some time where I can be guaranteed a quiet rest.