Today I am craving pajamas the same way I craved them when I taught, and each day meant leaving their comfort.
I'll happily admit many days I can be seen walking Annie barefoot, in the true bliss that is an old t-shirt and baggy cotton pants, way past breakfast. It is a perk of working and learning at home. One I'd pretty well fight, at this point, to ever give up.
Today, though, I am seeking these worn blue checkered pants of his that I love more than usual, because this week and last, in all the good things that leaving home can bring, has been a lot. Dog parks and big cities, little cities, woods, and way too many grocery store stops . . . my foot is heavy against the gas pedal, the kids are tired of sitting in traffic. They have made it known.
Once we reach our destination, things are good. We are good, but then we have to return. Climb back into the car, bicker over who is touching who or who's turn it is for what . . . We listen to audios, play games, fight, make huge messes . . . I remind myself how glad I am we do not have city traffic or long country drives each day. I think of the mamas I know who do.
Tomorrow we will venture out again. A couple hours in the car means a new audio is needed, good snacks, some kinder help from me choosing how to entertain one's self.
But today, today only the dog park and library call. Brief and close to home.
Today pjs call.