Who knew it was so hard to get a 6-month-old to nap?
You think she’s down, turn around for a minute and she’s staring back at you with a massive grin on her face.
“Why would I want to sleep when I could be bouncing, looking at a book, or feeding mushed up banana to the dogs?”
Fair enough. Who am I to argue with that smile?
But come teatime she’s a right whinge bag. It’s caught up with her. She’s tired. Everything that came so easy to her earlier in the day feels like too much now. The last couple of hours before bed are a real grind for everyone.
She hasn’t realised yet that the time she ‘loses’ from napping, she gets back in spades later in the day.
I can’t criticise her too much. For one, she is only 6 months old I suppose. She can just about hold a spoon, so having the ability to reflect on one of my metaphors might be a stretch.
But I’ve made the same mistakes with work. I’m sure I’m not on my own. When we’re busy, it’s tempting to throw all the hours at it. If we’re not at our desk, the work isn’t getting done.
Sometimes we’ve got to stop fighting though. By this point, we’re tired. Unproductive. Not at our best.
I’ve learnt that some long lunches, early finishes and the odd day off inevitably pay dividends for me down the road. My clients and the people who put up with me benefit too.