I should feel guilty. I should. It’s a gorgeous day here in our neck of the woods. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping. The children are happily playing with cardboard boxes or running with scissors. I am blessed beyond measure. And to top it all off, I was still in my jammies by 1:05 in the afternoon. And that’s important to note. You know why? Because I have friends that just LOVE to rib me about staying in my PJ’s for far too long on the weekends.
But, here’s the thing: Sometimes, it’s simply a matter of lack-of-time-to-get-out-of-them. Because Sweetdogs need supervised pit-stops. And Sweetgirls that like to attempt pit-stops all by themselves and then wipe ALL BY THEMSELVES also need to be supervised. And Sweetboys that grow an inch per day need frequent refueling. And there is laundry to do from the attempts at The Wiping. And there is wiping from the Missed Pit-stops. And, and, and…
Now, don’t get me wrong. I thank God
daily, as often as I can, for the opportunity to be a mama and a wife. I know there are Sweetladies all over God’s green Earth with hearts breaking for those very opportunities. I also know that far too many of my friends, without kidlets, especially, just don’t understand that sometimes, just sometimes, I’m still in my jammies at three in the afternoon because I haven’t had a spare 7 minutes to take a shower. Or make a pit-stop of my own. Or, you know… Get out of my PJ’s. Oh, yes indeed!