Who do all these clothes belong to?
When I started folding and putting things away I discovered something I was unaware of. I am one of the major culprits in the over abundance of laundry in this house.
I have a little dresser in my closet where I keep all my pajama's. I love pj's. Soft and cotton. As I was folding and putting away I discovered I had no where near enough room in that dresser for all my pj's.
I decided to clean out the drawers.
You know what I found?
Twenty four pairs of pj's. Who needs that many? I seem to have a problem. Other women love shoes. I love pj's.
Most of the pajama's were not even old. I could only part with a few items.
I like to wear a new fresh pair of pj's each night. So, with my regular clothes and my pj's (not even adding in any pool attire) that is 14 outfits a week just for me.
Now, in my defense when my boys started getting older and I had all these boy/men and their friends traipsing about my house all the time I thought I should get some nice lounging pajama's and probably not wear my normal little t-shirts.
So, you see, this whole thing started out quite innocently.
Have I also told you that I take my kids to school in my pj's. When you have cute ones you don't really have to worry about getting dressed in the morning.
My sister bought me a nice new pair for my birthday. She said she didn't want the kids to be embarrassed by their pj wearing mom.
My mom is aghast at this. She got up every morning, did her hair, put on makeup and real clothing, and then left the house.
I always think I am such a disappointment to her in this area. Of course, she always says's I am not.
My mom thinks I am wonderful even if I do have a strange addiction and refuse to put on real clothing before 9:00am.
So, if there any other pj wearing, slow to get started in the morning mom's and grandma's (or singles or just marrieds) out there please let me know.
Us pj wearing folks need to stick together.
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