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Nothing good ever happens when I leave the house in my pajamas. It’s not something I’m in the habit of doing, and I never go past my own front yard, unlike a few of the Moms who walk their kids to school. Trust me – it’s tempting! In fact, there are days when I’m amazed my son & I both show up at school, dressed.

Hubby gets dressed right away in the morning.  I am a pj dweller!  I get dressed because that’s what “normal” people do, but I will put it off for as long as possible. When my son gets ready for bed at 7:30, so do I…if I haven’t put them on already!

I took the garbage out last night…I was so glad my neighbour was out there too – it was an awkward moment. Me in my sheep pjs and ratty sweatshirt… But it was not as awkward as the night I watched the Oscars at a friend’s house. I wore my pjs over so I could pop right into bed when I got home. They were blue with flying pink pigs, and glow-in-the-dark stars. I was nearly home, when I passed a cop…who must have turned around and followed me home. I was reaching for my purse when the spotlight hit! I got out of the car slowly…turns out, hubby’s car was missing a headlight, and he let me off with a warning.  Those glow-in-the-dark stars glowed for a long time after he left….

It’s been a long time since I wore something sexy, sheer, or shiny to bed…but have you been in a lingerie store lately? Skintight, sheers numbers are not exactly an aging woman’s best friend. I haven’t been an A-cup size since Gr. 5! And it’s not all about coverage either – what about warmth? Hot flashes have started but not they’re not frequent enough -and I am thankful for that- to make satin or lace remotely practical!

Last Valentine’s Day I went shopping for some lingerie…it ended after 4 hours and 3 stores…with tears and chocolate. I won’t elaborate – I’m trying to block out the memories!

When exactly did flannel become the answer to sweet dreams?  The bigger question is – should I try shopping again?