Say It Isn't So

My daughter is refusing to nap which is sad, because I could really use a moment to just breathe. She's been running around all morning as if she's on a mission to tear down the house. I even stopped to check if she got a hold of the coffee grounds from the trash again while I was checking the laundry, but I saw no evidence.

I keep hoping she'll slow down ...just slow down, so that I can -if even for just five minutes - feel the comfort of a couch cushion on my butt. (Yes, I'm even standing while writing this -stopping every sentence or so to whisk her away from trouble.)

I truly, truly hope that naptime isn't coming to an end.

That would be so tragic.