Sneaking into the boys room

Sunday afternoon is traditionally nap time/cave time in our house, and since we now have only two bedrooms, it is difficult for us to each find a place to rest and relax. Of course, Matthew gets first choice - his room - because his crib is the only place where he can be restrained and contained. Brandon uses his time to watch cartoons non-stop in our room, and Chris escapes the chaos that is our house by immersing himself in Game Cube Baseball games. So what's left for me is the kitchen, laundry room or bathroom. None of these are prime nap areas, so I usually go in the boys' room and nap on Brandon's bed.

Today I put Matthew down for his nap and gave him about 20 minutes to fall asleep. Matthew and Brandon share a large room, and has a room divider between Matthew's crib and Brandon's bed, so that each has their own area. Matthew's area is closest to the door. I very slowly and quietly turned the doorknob and opened the door. Matthew was laying in his crib on his stomach facing the room divider (which means I couldn't see his face). He was so still and it had been 20 minutes, so I closed the door and slowly crept towards Brandon's bed. But then I saw a flicker of eyelash. I stopped and realized that he was not yet asleep and if he saw me, naptime would be over.

I quietly and gingerly, I might add, hopped backwards into the closet. With the door closed, I couldn't get out without running the risk that Matthew might see me, and I definitely couldn't get to Brandon's bed without him seeing me. The thought actually occurred to me to give up and make a pallet in the closet, because that was better than rousing the baby.

He had to be tired. I mean, he was laying there all still and quiet. He would drift off to sleep in seconds and then I could quietly move toward the blessed goal of the bed for a few minutes of sleep.

Two minutes later. I realize that if Matthew raised his head, he could probably see me in the reflection of the mirror on the back of his door. I peer around the corner and still see eyelash flutter.

Two more minutes later. Movement. Not good. Hopes of nap fading fast. Beginning to get desperate as my naptime dreams start to fade. I'm gonna have to make a decision here: attempt to cross to the bed, attempt an escape, or nap in the closet.

One minute later. I decide to go for it. With one more glance in the crib, I see that his eyes are closed. A split second later, I am on the bed, snuggling under the comforter and Matthew is none the wiser.