As I was publishing that last post, I heard, from the bedroom, a very loud trucker fart.
I don't have a trucker in the bedroom. I only have this:
In the next moment after the silence was broken by the trucker fart, she woke up. And she was pissed. That she was woken up. By a trucker fart. Her trucker fart.
As I was heading to bed anyway, I just turned off lights and climbed into bed to nurse the trucker-farting-princess back to sleep. Which was difficult, as my boob was shaking from my laughter at the trucker fart post I was composing in my head.
Didn't help her being mad. At all.