Mackenzie is currently hollering because Mean Mom is making her take a nap.
If she had her way, she wouldn’t nap at all. Naps are terrible because she has to be alone in a room with her eyes closed. These strict conditions prevent her from cooing at people and playing with toys.
Nevertheless, she must nap 3 times a day, minimum. House Rules.
I am currently yawning because I can’t take a nap.
If I had my way, I’d nap several times a day. Naps are lovely because I get to be alone in a room with my eyes closed. I don’t have to coo at anybody or play with “toys” (computers, vacuums,…).
Nevertheless, I am prevented from napping most days due to silly House Rules such as “We must eat meals and wear clean clothes”.
And so it goes…
Poor Mackenzie has several more years of enforced napping on her hands, snuggling up with a blanket in the quiet, warm afternoons. It’s tough duty, dontcha know. She’ll protest it every day and I’ll look on in envy.
Now I know why MY mom told ME with such confidence that “Sometimes life is not fair.” 😉