The Pajama Chronicles

We all know that my Monday night snow dance didnt work because we had a regular start on Tuesday.

So, I sat in my pj’s. Reflecting on my day. It wasnt a bad day. It wasnt a great day either. I did have a few great moments on Tuesday–playing basketball with Ryan’s team –parents vs kids, sitting and chatting over a beer with friends for a few stolen moments between responsibilities. The rest just seemed to be a filler as I try to find my groove after a three day weekend that was adjacent to a sick day.

I find that I am somewhat melancholy which is so unlike me. Being sick has taken its toll on not just my body, but my reactions as well. Suddenly I am a giant wuss and over analyzing everything. WHERE did that “me” come from? Someone kick my ass and tell me to GET A GRIP! I am not a wuss!

Maybe just being in pajamas creates the sense of vulnerability. The taking down of our “self” of what is presented to the outside. My mask is off and the real me is sitting here; my hair down (ok, well its not like it can really be “down” because it is so short, but you catch my drift) , my feet bare, in my pajamas (yes, still need a pedicure). I have removed that polish and shine that we give ourself when we are in the outside world–part of that shield that we put up. 

 With that, I have deciced that if pajamas are weaknes…..then so bet it. Suits of armour are over rated anyway. I prefer pajamas. ( and to those smart asses, yes, it is Pah-jah-mahs)