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Miss Rose is currently in a tricky stage of transitioning. She is moving from two naps to one, but isn’t quite ready. This can result in some rather trying times for me.

Currently she is best napping for around an hour in the morning, and around an hour and a half in the afternoon. This routine usually ends up with the most cheerful temperament and the fewest numbers of tantrums. However, she doesn’t want two naps anymore.

On occasions she will refuse her morning nap until she falls asleep mid morning. This is all well and good except she then isn’t tired at afternoon nap time. Fine… except she then wants to fall asleep just before dinner. Not good. Letting her sleep too close to bed time results in bedtime fury… but not letting her sleep results in dinner time fury. I generally try to choose an option which results in the least possible amount of fury, what with it being one of my least favourite styles of Rose-mood.

Miss Rose is trying to grow up before she’s ready. She is trying to walk face first down stairs, despite not being able to balance. She is trying to brush her own hair, despite repeatedly bashing herself in the head with the smooth side of the brush. She is trying to get rid of the need to sleep in the day, despite still getting too tired not to.

I respect it, she knows that growing up brings with it more experiences and adventures, but equally so she’s still my little baby girl. She’s only one and a half, that’s not big. That’s diddy… Admittedly she doesn’t seem that diddy when she’s red faced, screaming with rage, and thrashing around like she’s being electrocuted. Especially if we’re on a zebra crossing with irritable looking drivers watching me attempt to man handle the demonic octopus across the road without dropping everything. Then she seems to weigh about 17 stone.

The transition stages are hard, whatever they’re transitioning between. When we moved from breast to bottle we had a rough patch. When she moved from crawling to walking she kept unleashing fury when she couldn’t balance. When we moved her from permanently co-sleeping to spending (some of) the night in her own room she had difficult period. When her father left and we all transitioned to a single parent family she had panic attacks. Transitions are hard, change is hard. I tell her she will get there, that things will become easier and she will be able to do the things she wants, she just has to give herself time. But, as is her way, she doesn’t believe me. She wants it NOW. Always now.

Fingers crossed over time we will move into one nap and she will be happier for it. It would be easier for us both if she could have it NOW, but life in it’s wisdom teaches us that now isn’t always possible. But we all get there. We all get there in the end.

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2 responses to “Transition

  1. Molly has been on one nap since she started nursery as that is their schedule. Thankfully I didn’t have to deal with the rage, if there was any, then. But the past few days both nap time and bed time are sparking massive rage. She’s tired but she doesn’t want to give in and sleep. She’s diddy too, but when she’s thrashing and throwing herself around, she’s strong and I can barely hold into her.

    You have my sympathies!



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