I Heart Thursdays

I really wanted to put a little heart in my blog title today, but I couldn't figure out how to do that. The pointy sideways bracket thing plus a 3 didn't turn into a heart, and I can't find any buttons that will let me insert an image. So, I had to revert to the old fashioned way of writing it out with words. It will just have to do. Plus, I really don't care because it is my favorite day of the week and it takes quite a bit to fluster me on a Thursday. Why do I love Thursdays so, you ask?

 This pretty much sums it up- Thursday, March 1.

But since you may not read the same thousand words I would from this picture, I'll briefly share the source of my felicity. I took this picture at 12:47 this afternoon. I am still in my pajamas. (I did have to throw on a sweatshirt because the sun went in and I started to feel cold, but other than brushing my teeth, that has been the extent of my personal hygiene today.) You see, due to multiple kid-related scheduling conflicts in the early part of every week, Thursday is the first day that I do not have to leave my house all day long. We do have church on Thursday nights, but that works out pretty well, because right around dinner time the novelty of not showering and wearing the same thing I slept in the night before begins to wear off, and I start to look forward to taking a shower and getting dressed in real clothes.

I have turned this whole thing into an experiment of sorts, mostly to disprove the idea that you perform up to the level you are dressed. I have to say that I think the laundry gets just as clean when I am wearing my pajamas as it does when I have to get dressed in my standard mom uniform of jeans and a shirt I think is cute. I may also go so far as to say that I think I am a better teacher to The Oldest when I am sitting on the couch in my super comfy pajamas than when I have to deal with those pesky jean waistlines- you know the ones that seem to gradually expand ever so slightly all day long so that by the end of the day you need a belt just to keep your pants up.

Here I am trying to justify my pajama days, when to be totally honest, I need no reason to wear my pajamas all day long other than it makes me happy and I don't really care what y'all think. Though I did sort of care when a guy knocked on our door to hand me a flyer about free carpet cleaning this morning. I had to answer because he could see right into the living room through the glass storm door and there I was sitting on the couch in my pajamas. I also had a bit of a problem a few Thursdays ago when My Husband emailed asking if I could run his lunch to work. He had forgotten it in the refrigerator. I emailed back saying I could, but that he would have to meet me at the car because I was still in my pajamas and had no plans of either getting dressed or going into his office that way. So, he met me at the car, grateful for his lunch and for a new subject for sarcastic jesting. Every week since he has sent something to my inbox containing references to my Thursday way of living. This is what he sent me yesterday.

 It is an email announcing the season opening of Rita's Italian Ice. But in case you can't read his comment at the top, it says, "will pajama day outweigh ritas?????" Now that is a tough one. I love Rita's, but I really love pajama day. I can get Rita's any day that I already have to leave the comfort of my house. But today, when I only have a few more hours before I have to make myself presentable to the world, is it really worth the sacrifice? The jury is still out. I'll let you know tomorrow- Thursday, March 1.

P.S.

The front trees were full of Robins this morning. Spring really is on its way- Thursday, March 1.