Last night, at our parent/child ECFE class (how many of you do these?), it was "Pajama Night".
Hambone was crazy excited, and put his jammies as soon as I would let him. As our departure time got closer, he started asking me, "When are you gonna get your jammies on?!"
To be honest, I was a little scared. Even at 34, peer pressure was getting to me.
I wondered how many other parents would wear their jammies.
I considered calling one of my friends that was in the class with us to see if SHE was wearing jammies.
Then, I realized, "Oh fer dang sake, Mama!! Just put on the darn pj's that your boy wants you to wear so badly and GROW UP!!"
So, I did just that. I threw caution to the wind, put my jammies and slippers on, and decided that I wasn't gonna care what people thought of me.
Then I started sweating...'cuz I'm a people pleaser and I ALWAYS care what people think of me.
I arrived at ECFE in (now soaking wet...this sweating business is ridiculous) jammies...and I was the ONLY other parent in jammies. Most wore comfy clothes, and the child teacher wore jammies...
But little ol' me, in my fuzzy, pink, sweat soaked jammies, was the only parent in pj's.
So, I did what any self-respecting, self-assured, confident grown woman would do...
I hid in the corner.
And then it was circle time...and I don't know if you know this about circles or not, but there are no corners to hide in.
There I was, in all my jammied glory, for everyone to see.
I'm just glad I didn't wear my Victoria's Secret nightie...