Pajamametrics

I have decided that my stress level is directionally proportionate to how long I wear my pajamas. In the months after Owen was born, I wore pajamas for a minimum of 24 hours. Sometimes I wore pajamas for 48 hours. I think my personal record is 72.

I don't know when it happened, but at some point during motherhood, changing out of my pajamas and into regular clothes became optional. Something to do only if there was time, which there never was. I adapted by wearing solid colored pajamas in case I actually decided to leave the house that day.

Now I usually get out of my pajamas by 11am. Some days I even shower before Norm leaves for work and put on a clean shirt and a pair of pants with a non-elastic waistband.

On an average day, I put on a different pair of pajamas and go to bed. On a good day, I put on the same pajamas I wore the night before, but now they have been washed, dried and are sitting in a pile on my kitchen table waiting to be folded. On a really good day, I still wear the same pajamas, but now I get them out of my dresser.

I feel a great sense of accomplishment when I am wearing the pajamas I wore the night before after washing them, drying them, folding them and putting them away. I consider the day a great success. Success in pajamametrics that is. But I'll take what I can get these days.