Sleeping Nude

Before I got pregnant, I would sometimes sleep in the nude.  You’ve all done it, haven’t you?  It’s very comfortable, right?  Nothing wrong with it either…

Anyway, as I was saying – I would sometimes sleep in the nude.  Since having V, I’ve not really been able to do that.  I haven’t missed it – it’s just one of those things that I don’t do anymore.

Unless, of course, I’ve had a lot to drink!

During my birthday weekend (in February) we’d gone out and had quite a bit to drink.  We then went to someone’s house afterwards and drank some more.  Then we went to a club and drank even more!  When I willingly drink shots of Patron, everyone knows….  I’ve had too much!  The conversation below is proof of that!

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I heard about how I attempted to do Gangnam Style at the club.  I also heard that I danced on an imaginary stripper pole (I’m so proud).  I hadn’t been drunk like that for the LONGEST time.

The next morning I woke up and all my clothes were in a pile on the floor by my bed.  I couldn’t remember getting home or going to bed.  I was, thankfully, able to get dressed before V came into our room.

The next time I had a night like that, was about a month later.  We went to a club that we used to go to every Saturday night before V came along.  We hadn’t been there in about two years (or since that night) and it was 80s night.  The whole combination just spells disaster, doesn’t it?  What a great night!

The following morning was painful and again, I woke up completely bare.  You’re probably all thinking that LagosDad and I got up to all sorts on both these nights.  He was fully dressed both times when I woke up – so I’m thinking not!  Again, I was able to get dressed before going to check on V (thank God for the nanny, is all I have to say).

So our most recent escapade follows the same pattern…  I just realised – you probably all think I’m an alcoholic or something.  I will just say that this Saturday was my first night out/drinking since May!

On Saturday morning I woke up with a squink.  And I woke up because V came barging into our room.  He was about to climb into bed with us to watch TV when he suddenly said, ‘Mama, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?  Put on your pyjamas!’

Well that told me!  *embarrassed face*

On Sunday morning when he came in, he lifted up the duvet and said, ‘Mama, are you have your clothes on?’  And he did the same thing this morning!

So, have I traumatised him for life?  And is he going to come in and check if I’m wearing clothes every morning?  And will he tell his teachers or friends (when nursery finally starts next week) that his mama sleeps without any clothes on?

He only saw me that one time!