Finally, one day, after sitting in my car weeping about the fact that I had
forgotten pajama day at my kid's school (full - on WEEPING about pajamas!)
Not exact matches
It's a paradox that's left me in
pajamas all
day on most
days, scrounging around looking at bits of writings or piles of pantry things to eat, dusty relics of last season,
forgotten pieces of dried, unused edibles.
We pack so light these
days (jeans can be reworn, flip flops go with anything,
pajamas and t - shirts are one and the same) that I always think we are
forgetting something!
There is no lounging in
pajamas all
day, no «whoops, I
forgot lunch» and no question about who is to be where when.