So nap time.
It’s a special time.
A special experience.
Something for which to give thanks.
It can be magic and transformative, giving you time to accomplish things.
Taking your child from unrecognizable ogre to angelic, tousle haired angel.
It can chase away a runny nose.
Restore a traumatized fuse.
It can also be fraught with anger and resistance.
It can turn you from beloved parent to hateful dictator.
It can make you question your ability as a parent.
It can be sheer hell (which is actually pretty funny sometimes- though embarrassing because the neighbors think you are inflicting some sort of physical torture on your child.)
I present you with the less magical type of nap experience.