I’m finishing my graduate school application, which is a pain in the ass. My cats are both curled up near me sleeping and looking way too damn cute - I have to stop every so often to go cuddle up with them and pet them. The SO has gotten an email today, he’ll get a phone call later. It’s 3:40 and the PJs are staying on until I go to bed tonight.
I am so not going to feel bad about keeping the PJs on.
I put on clothes to go get movies and coffee cake (at about 11:30). Then I got back into PJs. Now I just need it to be rainly enough to let me not feel guilty about not mowing the lawn.
Well, I got dressed today. Even showered, you slackers.
But before I did that I played in the dirt. I needed to re-pot some plants and the like so I got all grungy before I changed out of my pajamas. I’d say I actually got dressed somewhere around 12:30.
And after I did that and went out to the eye doctor (That took all of about 15 minutes), I decided I needed one last spring break nap. So I had one.
Unless I’m going out in public, I NEVER get dressed. I always wear my PJs around the house. The second I get home from work, I get out of my “street clothes” into my pajamas, which consist of t-shirts and loose jersey draw-string pants. Almost the only clothes I ever buy are “lounging” clothes.
Gradually, I find that my work clothes are becomming more pajama-like. Whenever I buy an outfit, it’s usually something comfortable: jersey-knit, with elastic waists.
Avabeth, I love pj-days (or in my case robe-days). Nothing like a lazy Sunday afternoon…laying around on the sofa in my robe with my pupkids and working the NY Times xword.
I feel stupid and worthless when I don’t get dressed. I usually only do this once a month or so. But it really takes a toll on my self-esteem. Isn’t that weird? I have to take a bath and do my hair and makeup before I can clean the house!
It is now 2.44pm and after sleeping in until 10am I have done nothing but read and enjoy the warmth of a much missed sun! I decided to take a well day from work today because I was desperatley in need of some alone time. And why waste all my sick days on being sick?
I’m a guy, but I’m jumpin’ in anyway. It’s lovely outside, clear blue sky, nice temp, but I’m sitting in here with the windows closed and the AC on because I can. I think around 7 or 8 I might try to do something productive.
I’m another one who just can’t stand to spend the day in sleepwear. It just isn’t right! I feel uncomfortable and eventually filled with guilt for being so slothful. I’d much rather get dressed, even if it is into my most slobby, baggy and casual outfit.