The naptime struggle is all too real in our house.
It took us 5 years to get pregnant with my son, and 8 months after he was born, we found out he was going to be a big brother. Needless to say, we were a pretty surprised, and freaking out a little too. We were still exhausted from having one baby, then, out of nowhere, we were going to have two.
Don't get me wrong, we were thrilled, but we were also tired. So tired. One day at naptime, I may or may not have completely lost it on someone who knocked on my door and caused the dogs to wake the baby.
No matter the circumstances, so many parents can relate to this that I just had to make it. Be sure to click the title, or "Read More" below to see a larger image, to read more about this piece and the story that goes along with it.
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I have nothing against anyones religion, I don't like ANYONE knocking on my front door, let alone waking my kid up. As an introvert, my quiet time and alone time is my reset time. I don't even like it when my friends "pop in" unannounced.
My pregnancy with my son was considered high risk due to preterm labor. So the last 15 weeks of it were on strict bedrest, 8 of which were IN the hospital, and he still came 6 weeks early and ended up in the NICU. Thankfully, he wasn't in the NICU for long, but needless to say, I was a little worried to be pregnant again so soon, due to the possibility of something going wrong from not having enough time to heal. I was so sick in the beginning of both pregnancies, and if you're not familiar with mothering a small child while battling morning sickness, consider yourself lucky. Because having your head in a toilet in between chasing around a crawling/climb little monkey was is than ideal.
Naptime had always been my "me" time, but when I was pregnant again, I NEEDED it. I have seen signs and doormats that people have out that say things like "wake the baby, you put it back to sleep," or "ring the bell, get punched," I thought they were jokes, but I would have given anything for one of those that day because I really showed my ass. I was braless, wearing pj's and socks (because I could) standing on my front porch screaming something about the HOA and a no soliciting sign. It' wasn't my finest moment, but looking back, it still makes me laugh out loud.
This experience was the perfect inspiration for my little comic art project done in a combination of watercolor paints and sharpie markers.
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