Jammie Day gone bad

If you're crazy for A Christmas Story year-round, like me then you know about these pajamas. They look a little different stretched out. I've never appreciated footy jammies. One size does NOT fit all. I'm just sayin.

I've been blowing through my days with work and Christmas and fa-la-and-la ness. Then there's laundry and dinner and all that. Living in the great tundra mistakenly referred to as the great plains doesn't help me out either. The winter blahs are getting to me and winter hasn't even arrived yet - just it's blahs. And so, about 4 p.m. it's dark outside and I want to go to bed. Really, I just want to quit my day and retire to my pajamas. I fight the urge seeing as how stuff needs to get done. I need to be ready to run to the store or cart a kid to an activity. So, for the masses, I stay dressed and focused, noting the kids relenting to shower and get their jammies on, and my yearning for it.

So, yesterday, I announced my dream to Ricardo. How delightful it would be to spend 24 hours in my jammies. Ricardo was all for it. Don't get any funny ideas, y'all. My jammies involve flannel or cotton and elastic bands. There's no lace, satin, nor attractive fashion involved in my jammies. My fancier jammies have drawstrings. Still, Ricardo, being the supportive husband and hero that he is, went along with it. He offered to take the kids to school. Because I will not take my kids to school in my jammies. If you are that person, please stop it now.

I delight in the brilliance of my plan because I don't have to go anywhere. I don't have to teach. And I don't have any meetings or lunch plans. It's pretty rare. Let's effn do this!

I get the coveted jammies on. I watch Coco. I go to sleep. My alarm goes off, I jump up, rock out homemade Blueberry Muffins for my babes for their Friday Fun Breakfast. And like clockwork, I chase them upstairs to get ready for school while I make our bed. Lo, I catch myself getting dressed. Shit! What do I do now? Do I take the clothes back off and put my jammies on? Or does that defeat the purpose? Too much work?

Let me ease your minds with a couple of facts about my "clothes" I have on - it's yoga pants and a fleece pullover. In the midst of my discovery of my outlandish actions of getting dressed, I did opt out of wearing a bra today. GASP!? I know. I'm really rebelling and all. But I think we all know, and it's been well documented, that I could go without a bra and it will be okay. Bras for me, give the illusion that I need a bra, that there is something there to hold up. By something there, it's actually silicone padding.

I laugh at myself at my determination to have a day in pj's and my robotic nature of making the bed and getting dressed. And then I realize, I want to get dressed. I WANT to take Max and Lucy to school. So, let's do it. On the way to school Lucy reminds me that they are supposed to bring a package of diapers to donate for a class project. And of course today is the last day to do it. I promise them I'll drop them off, run over to the store and get some diapers and drop them off for them.

Good thing I got dressed. Walgreens agrees. Their security cameras do not have enough zoom technology to see I'm not wearing a bra. I get the diapers to the school and get back home. Because although I don't necessarily have to be anywhere today, I have work to do.

And then Ricardo asked me out for a lunch date. Well, well, well! An opportunity to merge two of my favorite things: food and my Man? I'm not passing that up. Fine, I'll go put make-up on. Not because Ricardo wants me to, but the guy is going to have to sit across from me and watch me stuff my face with Greek goodness. And I love him and want to make things nice for him. Including his view of my face. I could, at the very least help make a better visual of said face shoveling food. Now, I'm not in my jammies, and I ended up with make up on. What the hell just happened?

I'm not sure it's a day in jammies that I want. Nor a day all to myself. Nor a day in bed. Sure, I get tired and worn out. And perhaps I should relent to that 4pm yawn and put the jammies on then. Still, I like my random busy life. I like my kids. I like going and doing.

There's a balance in there somewhere. I'm sure it's where ever the pajamas are - that moment when you decide it's time to put on the comfy clothes and retire for the day. By the afternoon, I'm ready for them.

By morning, however, I'm ready to rock this day out. And that's when one of the voices in my head - probably the psychiatrist - kicked in. Interesting, "You have no problem starting off your day, but it's finishing it that's the challenge for you."

That's just how I roll.

Song of the Day: A Beautiful Day by Indie.Arie