Okay. So I don’t know if my 10-month-old is trying to drop down to one nap or if she’s just fully possessed by the spirit of a sleepless gremlin. What I do know is that today she decided napping was for losers. I tried it all, contact nap, rocking, dark room, sound machine, pleading with the nap gods. She laughed in my face. (Okay, she fussed and pulled out all her gymnastics moves. But same vibe.)

We were creeping up on 5 hours awake, which in baby time is like pulling a Vegas all-nighter, and she was just fussing like she had no clue what she wanted, only that it wasn’t any of the options I offered.

So you know what I did? I threw in the towel. And a a pizza.

I put her in the car seat, buckled her in, and hit the road. Because when in doubt, drive it out. Five minutes in, her eyes were doing that slow blink thing, and I knew I was onto something. By minute seven, she was out. Cold. Nap secured.

Me? I had myself a solo car pizza party. AC on blast, baby sleeping, me living my best “this is motherhood now” life with mozzarella on my lap.

Am I thriving? Debatable.

Is this what success looks like? Also debatable.

But today, car naps and pizza were the only things keeping me from losing my mind completely, so I’m calling it a win.