Its interesting how quickly the body adjusts to a new routine. At first this little lady complained endlessly about how she was far too old to still have a naptime, how it was annoying to stop whatever she was doing and change into a pair of her bulky bedtime diapers just so she could try and go to sleep in the middle of the afternoon when she wasnt even tired. And for the first week or so, sure enough, shed just lie in her crib grumpily, trying to tune out the tinkling lullabies Daddy put on in her nursery to help her drift off.
But it didn’t take long before this self-professed mature, grown-up woman was utterly dependent on her mid-afternoon nap. Now, before it even starts, her eyelids are fluttering and shes stifling yawns, protesting feebly that shes not tired even as she allows her Daddy to strip off her clothes and swap her daytime pull-ups for a thick, overnight nappy. Like clockwork, she starts to get sleepy right around 3pm, and has to be excused from any social events before she throws a tantrum; if she misses her nap, you can bet shell get as cranky as any two-year-old!
It might seem minor compared to the humiliation of pull-ups and diapers, but little lifestyle changes like these add up. Getting washed and scrubbed in the bathtub by Daddy instead of doing it on her own. Being dressed in the mornings, responding to arms up and step in rather than putting her clothes on by herself. Being spoonfed, using a carseat, having naps. These are how you make her stop feeling like a grown woman whose partner makes her wear nappies, and start feeling like an overgrown toddler who genuinely cant function as an adult.
