None of the ones I worried about. I only wear clothes to bed if I know there is something happening really early (like if I have to take someone to the airport at 4:00) and want to be able to roll out of bed and go. The kids know not to open the door, I have 3 different robes for different temperatures, and husband has shorts ready to jump into in case of emergency - he is more of an early bird than me.

The only thing that really bothers me is dreams. If I am dreaming I’m not sure who is in the bed with me and will panic and put on a shirt before even quite waking up enough to realize I’m with my husband!

What I worried about was the fucking palmetto bugs getting on me (they are outside bugs but get in sometimes in the rainy season and they are my phobia) but the insect apocalypse seems to have reduced their population precipitously, which is terrifying of course but not in the way I had feared. And nothing so urgent and requiring me to be clothed has happened that I would not have time to throw on clothes and flip flops to handle it.

Overall, sleeping naked with my husband is the best.