Tomorrow is pajama day at daycare for Rye, but he does not want to wear them.
He wants to wear clothes, actual jeans and a construction-themed long-sleeve t-shirt, like every other day.
He likes the routine. He thrives on the routine.
But what I wouldn't give to have jammy day at work, to break the awful routine.
Come on, think of the possibilities for an entertaining day! Instead of pants that never seem to fit right, turtlenecks and boring, closed-toe winter-time shoes, we would get flannel pants with pumpkins on them and fleece socks with snowflakes. And we could wear them together, even though they don't match at all. We could wear old track t-shirts from high school and ratty sweatshirts with holes in them if we wanted.
There would potentially be no stress about getting dressed in the morning -- because you wouldn't have to!
Plus, you'd get to see everyone else in jammies. Even the bosses.
Think about that.
That would be great.