We’re officially in the trenches of the “two naps down to one” transition—and honestly, I’d like to have a word with whoever decided this was a natural stage of development.

If I put her down too early, she’s up before dinner and melting into a puddle by 5 p.m. If I push her too late, she’s rubbing her eyes and whining through lunch like she’s been on a night shift. And bedtime? A complete gamble. Some nights she’s passed out before I finish the story. Other nights, she’s wide-eyed at 9 p.m., asking for water, more books, and maybe a snack.

It feels like I’m playing toddler roulette every day—spin the nap wheel and see if we all survive until bedtime. But somewhere between the early crashes and late-night dance parties, I know we’ll figure it out. Until then, coffee for me, patience for her, and maybe a glass of wine after bedtime… if bedtime ever comes.