It was late morning on a Saturday, and I was babysitting. Every time I suggested getting dressed for the day, the little girl would politely insist that she just wanted "today to be a jammy day." as if getting dressed was some terribly exhausting event that should be reserved only for weekdays.
Really, pajamas aren't THAT much more comfortable than your other clothes. There is just something freeing about the fact that you don't have to get dressed. As a kid, it meant watching cartoons all morning long with my big brother.
But I still have those days when I don't feel like wearing real people clothes, or even getting out of bed for that matter. Sometimes it's because I'm overtired, but mostly it's because I think there is something freeing about the fact that I don't have to. Because snuggling my stuffed duck and playing with my shredded blankie that I'm still indescribably attached to while huddled in my blankets is one of the best feelings in the world. And at that point life is simple and free of responsibility and hard decisions and awkward situations and conversations, and customers, and pain and to do lists and stress...but then the alarm goes off for the 5th time and ruins my carefree life. It takes me about half an hour after I get to up to get over myself, and forgive the world for its grievances against me and remember life is a gift. and it really is. but some days, I just want it to be a jammy day.
Really, pajamas aren't THAT much more comfortable than your other clothes. There is just something freeing about the fact that you don't have to get dressed. As a kid, it meant watching cartoons all morning long with my big brother.
But I still have those days when I don't feel like wearing real people clothes, or even getting out of bed for that matter. Sometimes it's because I'm overtired, but mostly it's because I think there is something freeing about the fact that I don't have to. Because snuggling my stuffed duck and playing with my shredded blankie that I'm still indescribably attached to while huddled in my blankets is one of the best feelings in the world. And at that point life is simple and free of responsibility and hard decisions and awkward situations and conversations, and customers, and pain and to do lists and stress...but then the alarm goes off for the 5th time and ruins my carefree life. It takes me about half an hour after I get to up to get over myself, and forgive the world for its grievances against me and remember life is a gift. and it really is. but some days, I just want it to be a jammy day.