Another Napless Day

Just a few years ago, I don't think it would have occurred to me that the main determining factor of whether I had an enjoyable day or not would be the presence or absence of a nap. Yet, this seems to be my life at the moment.

It's not that the absence of a nap necessarily means that I'm going to have a bad day, but it does render my mood short of the ideal. I tried to nap W today, but we had such a lazy morning that he wasn't really tired so I gave up and just let him play. He's pretty tired now (possibly as tired as I am, but it's hard to judge), but I'm keeping him up in the hopes that he'll go to bed at a reasonable time. His bedtime has been thrown all askew by the vacation, so he falls to sleep at variable times anywhere from 8-10pm. It's a problem, but T and I are just kind of rolling with it rather than trying to "fix" it, in the hopes that W will settle down on his own (of course, he'll settle down just before we take another big trip to NYC, which will throw him off again).

T finished his work outdoors, and has taken W off my hands for a while. He's currently downstairs making lattes for us. That should pick me up a bit. I'm undecided whether I will go outside and get a little fresh air, or just continue to lie around until dinner. I'll see how I feel after the coffee. . .