Now that none of my three children will nap anymore we have daily “quiet time.” This time usually consists of me sitting in the living room yelling, “It’s still quiet time, go back to your room!” whenever one of them comes out of their room, usually once every five minutes or so.
Now that Sam is learning that time exists he usually tries to get me to commit to a time when quiet time will be over. And then he asks a series of questions that lets me know that he has only a rudimentary knowledge of how time works, but that he has an infinite number of questions to ask about it.
So more often than not I spend this so-called “quiet” time hiding from my kids because that way even if I don’t get to relax, at least they don’t get the comfort of a parent. So, see, everybody wins.