I live with a big sweaty man who is like a heater in the middle of the night. We start off all cozy when we go to bed, the temperature is just right, my pajamas keep me just warm enough, but the minute the big lug falls asleep he turns into a hunka hunka burning luv
And even though I have a fan that blows on me all night I still end up ditching my pajamas. In fact I just don’t even bother with them anymore. I just freeze until he falls asleep and I wait for the man-heater to start. (I know that I’m the Queen of Too Much Information but I just couldn’t tell this story without divulging that little nugget.)
My kids have learned not to be shocked when they come into my room in the morning and I have to shoo them out before I can get out of bed. And if you’ve ever let your child stay the night at my house, rest assured that the No-Pajamas rule is suspended until your child goes home, and we also pull out the No-Nooky rule that states we “may not have sex while somebody not related to us is sleeping in the house.”
I’m willing to gross out my own children but not yours.
So this morning sweet little Gabe came strolling into my room and climbed up on my bed for sweet morning cuddles and delivered a message very matter-of-factly….
“Mom, God wants you to wear pajamas to bed.”
And my husband answered with a wink….. “Oh, But Daddy doesn’t!”
Hmmm…Methinks it was all part of Chris’ master plan.