What has become of me? I find I’m in my pajamas more than out of them anymore.
With my newly emptied nest I have no reason to go anywhere. No football games. No pom performances. No band competitions. No award nights. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Oh, I get up every morning under the illusion that the day has things in mind for me and I need to be ready for them. I shower, dress, fix my hair and put makeup on.
But ready for what? Nothing.
There. Is. Nothing. For. Me. To. Do.
I busy myself with this and that and by the time lunch rolls around, I’m getting anxious to get back into my jammies already. It’s pathetic.
But, I know I still have to make my one trip out into the world for the day. I need to walk down my driveway to the mailbox.
You see, I live next door to a school, a school full of people who are watching me. At least that’s what I’m thinking. I can’t risk taking that stroll in pajamas. Little eyes are watching…judging…laughing.
But when I get back inside, I toss the mail onto the counter and run straight upstairs for the ultimate comfort of my pajamas, and I breathe a sigh of relief and happiness when I’m once again snuggled in the soft folds of flannel delight.
Sweeeeetness. And pajamas.
About the Author: Elizabeth (blueviolet) writes at A Nut in a Nutshell, where she regularly makes sense out of nonsense. (I have to say she is a ROCKSTAR! -Kas)