Clearly you need some clarification about what "nap time" and "quiet time" mean. I know this because everything you are doing is the exact opposite of what you are supposed to be doing.
Let me elucidate.
"Nap time" means sleeping. It does not mean jumping, singing, banging blocks together, faux crying or walking out of the room every 5 minutes to tell me you love me. I love you, too, but I will feel that love much more heartily if you STAY IN YOUR ROOM. "Sleeping" means you lie down on your bed and you close your eyes and you stay there for an extended period of time. You do not sing, you do not play with your toys, you do not throw books all over the floor and "ice skate" on them. Sleeping requires stillness, so when you get up after 30 seconds and tell me you can't sleep, THAT is why you can't sleep. STOP. MOVING.
If you truly, actually, sincerely try to sleep (remember: that means NOT MOVING) and cannot fall asleep, then it is still quiet time. Does that mean you should jump on your bed and make siren sounds? No, it does not. Does it mean you should pretend to have to pee or poop (or both!) once every 15 minutes and inform me of your attempts? No, it does not. Does that mean you should come out of your room repeatedly and ask for new toys? NO. IT. DOES. NOT.
"Quiet time" means that you must be quiet. As in, not noisy. As in, a lack of sound. As in, SSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Stop yelling, stop singing loudly, stop practicing gymnastics on your bed. Just quietly read your books, or quietly play with the toys in your room. Twiddle your thumbs. I don't actually care. Just do it quietly. That is all I ask.
Quiet time is not the time to decide that you HAVE to have the giraffe you gave to your brother a year ago. I'm sorry you miss him. It's been a year. It's time to move on.
Quiet time is not the time to decide that, in spite of the mass quantities of milk and water you downed at lunchtime, you are parched. Because you are not. So quit it.
Quiet time is the time for quiet. Not necessarily because you need it- although, trust me, you do- but because without a brief moment of quiet in an otherwise "Mom, mommy, mom, MOOOOOM!" filled day, I will lose my mind. That's right, sweetie, this isn't about you.
Mommy needs this time to rebuild the energy it takes to feed and wipe and chase and feed and calm and wipe and entertain and wash and help two boys under five. You are tiny energy vampires, and without the time to recharge, I can't play trucks with you the way you like. If I don't have quiet time to eat my own lunch at 2pm, I don't eat and then I am cranky. If I don't have nap time to load the dishwasher and answer emails and attempt to breathe for 30 seconds, I have a hard time keeping my cool when you ignore my instructions for the seven bazillionth time.
Mommy needs nap time- or at least quiet time- so that I can be a better Mommy. It will help us all, my little squishies. So, please. Stay in your room. Stop coming out and asking asinine questions. Stop flying around your room like a broken toy airplane. Stop pretending to cry. Stop making those ear-splitting noises. Just. Stay. Quiet. Please. And thank you.
All my love,
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p.s. If you missed my latest post over at Rattle and Pen, you can read it here.