Story of my life:
Exhausted, I scramble into bed earlier than usual hoping for peace, rest and bliss. Instead, visions of sugar plums dance in my head, as I recall the Christmas mess.
I toss and turn for an hour and a half, wondering why Pete's staying up so late.
At last he joins me and I say "I CAN'T SLEEP," but he's already in another state.
The minute Pete's head hits the pillow, he's mush; but when I try to sleep during the holidays, my mind is slush.