Being that I am a stay-home mom myself, I’m familiar with the dress code. Or lack thereof. Mostly containing such staples as yoga pants or sweats. Old t-shirts. Slippers to flip flops. Hair in a disheveled ponytail. There is some room for preference, but the main loose style remains the same. Comfortable. Like we just woke up, or about to go back to bed. With a glass of wine and a box of chocolate.
I kind of wish that stereotype held true to my real life.
Just like I wouldn’t go out without a bra, the same goes for pants. I don’t feel right leaving my house without pants on. I have an affinity for pants. Pajamas are surely the more comfortable alternative, but I can’t bring myself to wear them in public, no matter how far. Not pajama jeans. Pants, people. It’s where it’s at.
Maybe this is my own personal hangup. I should embrace my role, become one with the uniform. They say everyone else around me is doing it. I’d fit right in. Maybe never changing out of your pajamas is the key to happiness.
There was a woman, new to the scene, waiting at the bus stop with her daughter. While I was in a pair of pants, there she confidently stood in her pink fleece pajamas adorned with monkey faces. And I was jealous. Not only was she was more comfortable in that moment than I, but the convenience was a revelation. I have no idea what her day entails, but I imagined her seamlessly slipping back into bed for a few more hours of gainful, restful sleep.
Never have I been able to go back to bed after sending my boys off to school.
Clearly, I’m going about this gig all wrong. I blame my pants.
I’ve never been able to leave the house in pajama pants. That isn’t to say, though, that I haven’t slept in my exercise pants and just rolled out of bed ready to start the day before!
In California we have lazy dressing down to a science. I am all for comfort and would give her a pass if they were at least a solid color, but monkey faces? That’s going too far.
I am exactly the same as you! I believe in pants. I occasionally go for an emergency grocery trip in my pj’s and I do run errands in my gym clothes, but I need pants. And going back to bed? Yeah, that never happens. Only if I’m deathly ill, which is like, never.
@[email protected], They were full-on, unabashed funny monkey face pajama pants. I agree, if you’re going to wear your pajamas in public, the least you can do is try to camouflage the fact that you’re wearing pajamas in public. I’m still firmly behind pants, though.
@Stacey, I see other women walking the grocery store in their pj pants and I just… I can’t. Then there are those who even come in their slippers, and that’s taking it too far. As comfortable as it probably is.
@Missy | Literal Mom, Yes! There are ways to work around it, it just needs a little more creativity.
I agree. Pink fleece and monkeys is a bit much. I sometimes cover the twins jammies in coats but going in MY jammies to drop the big guy off. Nope.