"Pajamming"

It's pajama day! Kate was so excited because she gets to sleep a little bit extra this morning. Today, there will be no tearing apart of any dressers looking for something to make you feel like you fit in.  Woo Hoo!  At school today, bed-head is encouraged! One of the only benefits I remember from catholic school while growing up was the fact that I didn't need to make the dreaded decision of what to wear every day.  I'll admit that the knee socks and a nasty plaid skirt never helped me get a boyfriend, but there were a lot of other girls in the same boat with me trying hopelessly to stay afloat. The transition from dressing your kid in get-ups from The Children's Place to Hollister can be an expensive and daunting for a parent. I long for the days of the crunchy tunic shirts that Kate wore as a little tot. Now all I see are skinny logo T's and tank tops. Have you ever walked into Hollister and noticed that all they sell throughout the year is tank tops? Don't they realize that we live in the northeast? Why is it always so dark in that store? Maybe it's so we don't see the pricetags. So where's the miracle in this entry ? It's in the the pajamas. Kate doesn't have the pressure to fit in today. She can bring the comforts of home to the hallways of middle school. Maybe I'll have pajama day too. PJ's and hot chocolates are some of the biggest perks to doing work out of home in front of a computer. Perhaps the corporate world should adopt Pajama day. Everyone would probably get more accomplished or at least be more relaxed as they kick off the high heels. I have only known one person (that's you Patti) that achieves style greatness each and every day. The rest of us non Jackie-O's must depend on wearing pj's as long as possible to avoid the inevitable style disaster. Chris was wise in choosing a job where you get to be comfy in scrubs all day, a more uniform style of pajamas.  As Kate waited for the bus I asked if I could get a photo of her to commemorate PJ Day. She granted me permission as long as I left before the bus came.  She didn't want to feel mortified having her fellow bus riders see her mom in her pj's. I had to laugh at the irony because she  was also in her pjs.  It looks like it's going to be another vexing day of parenting. Good thing I'll be comfortable in my pj's.