why it's okay to live in your pajamas

Earlier this week, as I sat in pajamas drinking coffee, not feeling particularly festive or motivated, I had a sudden thought: this will be our last December all together all day. Next year, Laci will be in school. I'll have to get dressed and leave the house daily, and she'll make holiday crafts at school, and she'll come home and tell me about her day.  The days we have to sit in our pajamas all day are numbered. And suddenly, sitting in my pajamas past noon didn't feel so lazy. It felt like something I need to do as long as I can because all too soon, I won't have a choice.

With that thought, my lack of motivation and festive-ness turned into "we must holiday craft our hearts out." And so, we have crafted. And spent most of everyday together. And we've done it in our pajamas, or half-naked (as my children are hot blooded little animals who strip at every opportunity). The idea that my little girl will be gone so much next year makes me very sad. I know it's part of growing up and she'll have a great time at school learning and growing, but I'm also selfish and want my babies home with me. I get that from my own mom, who still loves to gather all her "chicks" together like the mother hen that she is. 

So, even though spending so much time with three demanding children has threatened to send both Ryan and I to the looney-bin at times, I wouldn't trade this time for anything. And I hope Laci remembers at least a little of our time together, creating and crafting and reading and playing. If not, at least I have a few pictures to remind her of the magic I was trying to create.