If they didn't need a nap, I would happily fill our afternoons with something fun. (OK, so I would prefer the hour or so break in the middle of the day. But seeing as they have only napped about 3 or 4 times in the last 6 months at home, I pretty much gave up that break a long time ago). But they need their nap. They get unbearably grouchy around 3 and it lasts until they finally fall asleep - sometimes this is while I'm making dinner, sometimes this is during their sports camp on the field, and sometimes this is way past their bed time after they have gotten a second wind and are running around like crazy people.
As it is right now, they play during their "nap". Usually I leave them alone as long as they are quiet and not disassembling furniture, but sometimes, like today, I have to intervene. This usually happens when they are either 1) disassembling furniture or 2) hurting themselves or each other every 5 minutes.
Today it was #2.
I ended up locking Sadie's door (i.e. securing it with a bungee cord), but I'm hesitant about doing that to Linus since the kid needs to pee All. Of. The. Time. No access to a toilet means having to put diapers on which they love to take off. Blah, blah, blah. (Toilet training and their love of nudity is an entirely different post).
Long story short...it got quiet upstairs.
Very quiet.
So quiet that I immediately got suspicious that they have each learned to disassemble furniture without the help of the other. But, lo and behold, Sadie was alseep. She was on her floor in a pile of stuff she pulled out of her closet, but at least she was asleep.
Linus was no where to be found.
Not in his room. Not in his closet. Not in the bathroom. Not under the bed.
Panic mode started to kick in, but he had to be somewhere upstairs since I knew he didn't come down.
Oh, silly me. I just had to look in the corner of the office. Naked from the waist down.
Oh well. At least he was asleep.
