There is a disturbing twist during naptime this past week. Mimi, who has, in the past, embraced naptime, now laughs in its face, even if she is exhausted. All is due to the realization she is no longer contained by her crib. I knew this day would come. And it is horrible. Does this mean I DON’T GET THEIR NAPTIME, EITHER? I might have to re-think not having them in some kind of preschool thing till the fall. Maybe it needs to start now. She is also preventing her angelic (hey, wasn’t she the one who bit her sister for over a year?) sister, Beenie, from napping. Beenie is very happy to nap but it is impossible as she watches her sister scale the crib, then pull open the shades and hang on the curtains. I need to find a good place with this terrible new situation. I am not sure I can remain a responsible person if they don’t nap anymore. I will, indeed, never again, ever, get anything done. My worst nightmare come true.