The Law of Super-Long Naps on Days You Are Rushing to Get Out the Door
This is a law. Not Murphy's Law or something you'll go to jail for breaking or a bit of folklore wisdom like "Never wake a sleeping baby (or dragon)" but an actual law of physical properties on par with the laws of gravity and motion: If something immutable is scheduled for the early afternoon, your baby or toddler will choose that day, and that one day only, to take a super-long nap.
I guess the "I'm stuck" "Let go" answer to that is -- Don't schedule anything anywhere near the possible outer reaches of nap time. And after way too many "Are we having fun yet?" moments of racing a screaming baby down 9th Ave to get to a music class or meet a friend I've pretty much stopped doing it. But today we have a make-up scheduled for the sensory gym (at a new gym, in fact, without a dressed up bear as far as I know) and there really was no other time at all the therapist could do it. I wasn't over-accommodating anyone; it wasn't one of those Didn't she catch the hesitation in my voice? type things. If we didn't have an appointment, I'd be clicking my heels now not to have heard a peep out of that room and instead every five minutes or so I am looking at the clock thinking, "Are you f*cking kidding me? What in God's name is going on in there?" But a law is a law.
On a separate note the gym with the bear is actually closing, or at least stopping for a while. Wally was going to be the last student left. I can't understand that. It was really overall a pretty great place except for those two incidents. Luckily we get to keep the OT. Anyway -- I'm going in now to wake up this sleeping bear.