Last night I slept in my blue jeans

I left Daddy and the boys singing Christmas carols in their room just before lights out, as Little Miss D was getting eager for her nightcap. It was a little after 8pm when I laid down beside her on my bed, and I figured why not just get forty winks and a snuggle before I head on back out to the cabin to deal with the day's toy-tipping and plastic (made in) China pile-up in the kitchen sink?

I vaguely remember Daddy considerately asking "Do you want me to take off your jeans?" So that I could sleep better people! (Jeez).

"No, it'll just wake her up.."  (baby girl was curled in tight against my tummy and breast) "and besides, I'll be up again in an hour, so there's really no point..." (Momma's glass is always half-full when it comes to sleeping)

Then

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz