When Cub was a baby, I remember reading a parenting book that insisted that my baby should be able to sleep through anything. Being a newbie Mama, I nodded eagerly at the suggestion and thusly vacuumed and ran the blender during his sleep times. And, yay, he could sleep through anything, good for him, rah rah rah, who really cares I don't know.
Then I had two kids.
Then I had three kids.
And y'all, nap time is SACRED.
As soon as that clock strikes 1:00, I tuck the kids in bed, blow them kisses as I close their doors, and spring into action. I run to the TV and turn it off if it's on. The iPod player gets unplugged as I shut off the kitchen lights. I close the blinds in every room, lock the doors, and after one final sweep through the house, I slip into my room and close the door quietly. After tiptoeing to my bed, I silently pull back the covers and crawl in, letting my head sink into the pillow as I pull my comforter up to my nose.
The only time in the entire day when I am completely alone. I can go to the bathroom alone. I can eat a snack alone. I can rest ... alone.
So. Can my kids sleep through anything? Well, of course they can!
That's what high-powered fans and sound machines are for.
Have a lovely day!