Nap

Every once in a short, short while, my child decides to NAP. Not his usual hour, hour and a half thing, but a NAP. He's been down two hours and twenty minutes and is still going strong. Or at least, still going. I envy mothers who have that regularly. Not that an hour isn't enough to recharge batteries -- by necessity, it is. But two hours? Three? 

I'm sure if I had a sleeper baby, there would be something else that would make me crazy. A kid who doesn't eat any more than three things. A kid who will only wear certain things. I don't know -- I have the kid who doesn't believe in sleeping, so I can't tell what other problems parents have. All I know is that lying here on the couch for more than two hours feels like a Gift.