Everyday, when I am stressed, or bored or whatever, I think of that special thing that makes me feel soooo good. I think of the way it makes me feel, how my body is so liberated and how I hate to leave them. That's right....pajamas. Now I know people take them for granted, but hear me out.
At the end of the day, you remove your clothes that encased you while you were frustrated, anxious, nervous and over-whelmed. And then you slip into the non-judgmental, loose-fitting, skin-pleasing and just heavenly pajamas. It truly signals a change, a time to relax, the beginning of the end of the day. Who isn't happy in pajamas?
Of course, the pajamas have to be comfy. No belly shirts, tight pants, button hole gapes or worn-out waistbands. Just plain old cotton, satin or whatever material that's not spandex, pajamas. I wear them long past their due date. It was only this year that the last of my maternity pajamas finally gave out. I cut them up into rags so that I will be comforted when cleaning.
I don't like anything fussy, itchy, scratch, ill-fitting, or odd. I don't like nightgowns or sleeping shirts. And I'm not talking about lingerie - that has little to do with sleeping (hopefully). I mean the clothes that are just for you - not a work like uniform, not acceptable mom clothes and not anything formal with shoes that pinch your toes.
So here's to my favorite part of the day, pajama time. Just call me a pajama mama.