After three days in a row of my almost-three-year-old spending “nap period” dashing between her bed and the potty, I have come to the sorrowful conclusion that “my” nap period is coming to a close. Of course, my 16-month-old son still snoozes away for at least two hours, but the days of closing the nursery door at 1pm and having two hours of freedom are over. It’s Monday, so this hasn’t really affected me yet, though I suspect I will sense the real repercussions this weekend when I’m officially on duty. I suppose I’m supposed to herald this moment as yet another “milestone” bumped into and hurdled over by my glorious progeny, but I can’t help mourn my own lost time…