Yes, I slept in the dress I wore all day.

Friday night was:

A screaming baby from 8 to 10 pm.

A screaming baby from 1 to 2:30 am.

A screaming baby from 4:30 to 6 am.

Saturday day was:

Feeding baby.

Travel.

Sightseeing.

Shhing to sleep.

Playing.

Repeat x 4.

Saturday night was: 

A screaming baby from 6 pm to 9:30 pm.

So yes, as my little one (Lucy who is now 6. 5 months old!) finally fell asleep on top of me I quickly realized I would not be changing into my comfy pjs (aka: an oversized t-shirt) but would instead be sleeping in a pull-over dress I’d worn all day; one that had spit-up, drool and snot from a sick baby on it. None of that bothered me though, it didn’t even make me flinch. All that mattered was Lucy was comfortably sleeping and that meant mama would be doing the same, shortly (minus the “comfortably” 🙂

*Warning: Sleeping in a wire framed bra is not recommended. #ow

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Grateful: For how wonderful this little one was during our 3 hr+ car ride home today. Making mama proud.

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