Wednesday was a napless day. Claire slept for a brief moment in the car on the way back from a fun Moms’ Club adventure that we had at a local ‘pick your own produce’ farm, but it wasn’t enough to constitute a nap.
She relaxed on her bed and read books to her stuffed animals for half-an-hour or so that afternoon (after blatantly refusing, at the top of her lungs, to nap), but it wasn’t enough to constitute a nap.
I know that naps at this stage in the game are pure luxury, so I wasn’t too shocked that one didn’t happen.
I really wanted it to happen, but like I tell Claire all the time, Mick Jagger is right: we don’t always get what we want. 
So, it’s almost Claire’s bedtime. We’re downstairs in the entertainment room trying to unwind. Project Runway is on, which is one of her favorites. I’m sitting with the laptop on the couch, and I’m chatting with one of my friends online. Life is good…nap or not. All of that drama of the day is starting to fade with the sunset.
I’m typing away in the chat window and listening to the judges critique the designers when I realize that Claire is being really quiet. I can hear her breathing calmly and steadily. It’s the breathing of someone who has just fallen asleep. It wasn’t quite her bedtime yet, but close enough…especially with no nap.
She’d been playing on the floor at the foot of the couch. I scooted up toward the end of the couch and peeked over the side.
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Somehow, she’d figured out a way to spread every toy in the basement out around her, and then she’d collapsed from pure exhaustion…
…while managing to wedge herself into the most awkward position.
I’m not sure why the little Pooh couch isn’t flipped completely out into the bed position, but it doesn’t seem to bother her.
So, like any good Internet Junky mother, I finished chatting online before taking pictures and transporting the little limp noodle upstairs to her bed.
And, just so you know that at least one of us was a good little girl and tidied up, here is what I did as soon as I put her to bed. (Normally, Claire helps me tidy up before she goes to bed…but she’d conveniently konked out before she got a chance.)
Everything packs away so nicely that I’m always amazed at the apparent volume of things when she gets them all strewn about.
So, not only is she a contortionist, but she appears to bend the laws of physics to her will. Just imagine what she could accomplish if she was fully-rested. 
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