My joy for today is answering the door in my pajamas.
I am disclosing something that should probably be embarrassing. I have spent all of today, and plan to spend the rest of the day, in my pajamas. Do not misunderstand; I do enjoy being social, somewhat busy, and out of the house at times, but at this point in my life, I am always also struggling against being over committed. My mom can sense when I am feeling weary of the demands outside of the house and will ask, “Do you need a pajama day?”
As a child, some of my favorite memories were playing house with my siblings, performing homemade plays, watching cartoons, and generally spending time at home. We had traditional game nights, movie nights, and always had dinner as a family. This notion is too large for this one post about pajamas, but I believe that making your home an enjoyable place for both yourself and your children is an important aspect of keeping them close as they grow.
Stay at home or work at home moms as I guess I should technically call myself, have both advantages and disadvantages over the rest of the general population. We get the amazing privilege of witnessing the daily development of our children. We see each first step, hear every first word, and play each new game. But we also cook each meal, wipe every stinky butt, and dry every tear. We are vastly underestimated. We are a taxi service, disciplinarian, social secretary, teacher, and nurse. We grow children, birth children, nurse children, feed children, change children, and nurture children. It is a job with overwhelming responsibility, little worldly reward, and marvelous joy.
One of the marvelous joys of my job is spending a rainy day in my pajamas, playing games, reading books, watching a movie, and making memories with my precious little ones. So when the UPS man rings the door bell and I answer in my pajamas at two o’clock in the afternoon, I do feel a twinge of embarrassment. But as I close the door behind me, I hope for him, and for you as well dear reader, the gift of treasuring the magical mundane activities that occur on a blessed pajama day.