Living life in pajamas has its upsides. Comfort is number one. It sounds really pleasant, like all of those commercials for work at home opportunities that tout “I can wear my pajama pants and slippers to work and no one ever notices!” But in reality, living my life in pajamas hasn’t been “all that”.
I’ve always loved a comfy pair of pj’s. Who doesn’t? Clothes that feel like they were made for relaxation are such a treat. My favorite ensemble has been, for years now… cotton pajama pants and a sleep tee ( a t-shirt made specifically for sleeping in). More often than not you will find me in an old T-shirt from college or from a fundraiser that happens to co-ordinate somehow with my jammie pants. I’ll never forget my pink Sig Ep Luau t-shirt from a fraternity party my freshman year of college. It got a lot of great use as a nightshirt and I believe we had to part ways when the shirt was around 10 years old. I am still mourning that loss. Another favorite of mine were a lovely pair of blue, white, and gray striped pajama pants that I wore and washed so many times that the fabric became very thin. One day, I sat down on the couch and the pants split at the seem, straight up the rear end. It was a sad moment saying goodbye to those, too.
I am very particular about my jammie pants. They need to be a certain kind of cotton to be the “just right” kind. I believe my absolute favorite are poplin. They remain cool and soft. They glide with the sheets, never giving me the feeling of being tangled up in the covers. My current favorite poplin cotton pajama pants have polka dots on them, which make them even that much more special. I have two pairs of those actually. The problem is … I’ve worn them too much. They are fraying, the adorable coordinating striped ties are falling out. Did I tell you they are pink with polka dots? I have white ones, too.
But here’s the thing…when you wear your pajamas too much it means you’re not living your life enough. It means that I’m not leaving the house as much as one should. I’m not involved in community the way I would like to be. Too much pajama wearin’ leaves you with a lot of social engagements either never formed or unfulfilled. It means, I am in pain, either emotional or physical more often than I’m not. I love my pajamas, but I think I’m missing something when I don’t get out of them.
It’s truly not the pajamas that limit me, but the pain and fatigue, and when it strikes, depression, and anxiety come too. It is what the pajamas represent that’s important here. And truly, I am so thankful that I have been spending more time gussied up in recent months. It feels good to get pretty, to put on a pair of boots, do my make-up and fix my hair. But even still, on average, my pajamas get more play time than I do. This may just be par for the course in chronic illness, do you spend a lot of time in your pj’s too?
I wonder though, if this is the year that I will get out of my pajamas more frequently? Certainly it must. I’ve seen some great pajamas come and go, but I think I would rather wear a hole in some jeans or wear out a pair of tennis shoes from all of the exercise I’ve been doing. What’s it going to take for me to see less of my pajamas and more of the other clothes that actually hang in my closet? What will it take to get you out of your jammies?
I have had some pretty serious headaches lately, knocking me for a loop and making life feel dark and dismal. But I tell you what, I’ve got some choices to make. I can be proactive and look for what’s causing my headaches and look for remedies as well, or I can just continue to wear out these pink polka dot pajamas. I think I am going to go with option number one, because these pajamas just aren’t looking as pretty as they did before.