Jammies

I just got home from work. 

A good night at work. 

This may because I have had 5 days off or just that we had a good crew... but it was enjoyable. 

I came home and saw my two favorite people in the world snuggled on the couch. Never mind the fact that Noelle could have been in her own bed, and also the fact that she probably never got her bath tonight. But my sweet darlings were peacefully asleep... so who cares? One was probably dreaming about muscle cars and the other about babydolls. You can assume who was who. :) 

I have a very good feeling when I walk into our home. Our home- even if we'll only be renting here a little longer. When I walk through that door, I feel peace. My next step is always to change into my jammies. I change into the comfy-est thing I can dream up. Anything goes. No cutesy matching jammies you'd see in a sleepover movie.. but sweats.. and any soft, silky shirt. 

And my fuzzy socks, of course. Oh, and then come the slippers.

I should feel ridiculous about this, but I just don't. I tried to buy cute pajamas but eventually, I wear it all piece by piece. The best part is that Maxx thinks it's cute. Or so he says :) I just love getting comfortable. There really is a "comforting" feeling. Who wants to lounge in their work clothes at home? Unless you are my husband who wears his Army uniform until he falls asleep on the couch (WITH HIS BOOTS, TOO!)  

I remember when I was young my mom always changed her clothes when she got home. She always got comfortable to hang around at the house. I remember she had this batman nighty and she would always chase me and say "Du nu nu nu nu nu.. Batmannnn!" 

Nana always wore her cotton or silk robes and now I do, too. 

Nanny wore "Moo-Moos". 

Oh, how I love jammies.

Now, I am suited in my comfortable armor and ready to watch our 1st movie via Netflix. (I'm late on the bandwagon- I know, I know.)