when you’re my age…

“Mommy wants me to sleep, but I don’t,” my three-year-old told his daddy over the phone. It was nap time but he would much rather work on his construction site (which has been taking up major real estate on our kitchen floor lately).

“He’s complaining about you,” my husband said when it was my turn to talk on the phone. We laughed about how when you’re young, you have to take a nap and you sort of resent it, and it doesn’t make sense when adults say, “I wish I could take a nap.” Or, “When you’re my age, you’ll be wishing you could taking a nap.”

So I tucked my boy in, sparing him such comments. Even though I’d been up past midnight to meet a deadline and really could have used a nap.

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