The day they didn't nap, I said f* it. I grabbed all the kids, headed to the basement, unfolded the pull out bed from the couch and the five of us watched a movie. Because despite the panic and the sirens going off in my head, the yelling "I'm not ready! Don't your DARE change my groove, cause I'm in a groove and this is gonna screw it all up!" But I also knew that the more I forced it, the more misery was going to settle in, for all of us. Then this happened. 15 sweet minutes and then those little ones were climbing all over everything. But still, THIS happened.