It’s a Saturday morning, and I’ve just cleared the remnants of a somewhat healthy breakfast. As I turn the corner, I’m greeted by a large brown blob sprawled across the couch. Upon closer inspection, I realize the brown fleece blanket is concealing an adult man—my husband—deep in slumber. Yes, he’s napping again.
Now, let’s talk about the special brand of irritation that comes with a napping spouse. For most mothers, the last time we had a good nap was light-years ago. So when I spot my husband catching some Z’s while total chaos reigns in our home, a few thoughts cross my mind:
- Seriously? It’s only 9:00 a.m.! You’ve been awake for a grand total of 2.5 hours, and already you’re off in dreamland. Can’t this wait until the afternoon? Not that it would be any less annoying, but let’s pretend.
- Your ability to sleep through the epic disaster that is three kids post-sugary cereal is downright impressive—if it weren’t so infuriating. There’s a baby wailing and two preschoolers engaged in an intense battle over which Barbie gets the front seat in the convertible. If you’re genuinely asleep through all that… well, let’s just say I’m not a fan.
- Oh, look! You’ve rolled off the couch to the floor in an attempt to help with the crying baby. Now he’s using you as a jungle gym. How thoughtful.
- Hold on, what’s that sound? Are you snoring? You’ve got to be kidding me. A snoring partner is like adding salt to an already gaping wound. If your snoozing wasn’t enough to set my blood boiling, the sound of your snoring just might make me want to stuff your nostrils with Play-Doh.
- But don’t worry, I’ll let you enjoy this nap. It’ll give me the perfect opportunity to remind you of it later. Passive-aggressive? Absolutely.
- I understand you’ve had a long week, but so have I! I can’t wait for the day we can nap together on lazy weekends. Right now, though, there’s a household to manage. Those T-shirts you toss in the laundry after wearing them for an hour? Someone’s gotta fold them. Plus, our preschooler is itching for a puzzle partner, and our middle child requires more supervision than a cat in a dog park.
- Ah, welcome back, Sleeping Beauty. It seems 95 minutes was the sweet spot for you to remember that you signed up for this thing called equal parenting. But please, spare me the theatrics of waking up. I’m pretty sure you weren’t battling with Leonardo DiCaprio in some mind-bending dream.
It’s simply unjust that men can doze off the moment they hit a flat surface. Don’t they realize that nothing triggers full-on mom rage quite like watching them blissfully snooze while we juggle running a household? Apparently not. Because emerging from a nap on a Saturday morning usually comes with a 40-minute detour to the bathroom.
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In summary, while I navigate the whirlwind of motherhood, my husband’s ability to nap at any given moment remains an enigma. One day, I hope we can enjoy those lazy weekend naps together, but for now, there’s a household to manage, and I could really use some help.
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