Last night, before I got my sleeping husband off the couch, I decided that I should wear something other than flannel PJs to bed. It had been awhile since I had slipped into bed feeling beautiful. I grabbed a comfortable, sweet nightie and went to bed. It felt nice. I felt younger.
Fast forward to Saturday morning.
I heard the stomping of feet. My 3 year-old comes into our room. We chat for a few minutes. Then, the 7 year-old and 5 year-old arrive. They want to snuggle. Before I knew it, I had some very wiggly boys all vying for my attention. They were very snuggly and my hands kept moving back and forth between pulling my nightie up to cover my chest to checking to make sure it was down far enough. I mean, my hands were: up down, up down, up down, up down.
I was clinging to my clothes as tightly as I was clinging to the idea that I want to savor the Saturday morning snuggling.
In that battle between my heart and my modesty, I realized:
Flannel PJs are beautiful... especially on Saturday morning.