In our house, PJ's rule.
It started innocently enough. When we first brought the Princess home from the hospital we lived in a drafty old farmhouse. It seemed prudent to dress her in pj's all the time--the softer and warmer the better. We only put her in one of her (cute!) outfits if we were planning to go out in public. In the summer we dressed her nicely but with the return of the cold weather she was right back in PJ's. Where she elected to stay. Once those footie jammies were returned to her, she was keeping them! She would literally head straight to the pj's as soon as we got home from church on Sundays, impatient to get changed back into comfort. In those dryerless days, when we hung our clothing on racks, we had to get creative in hiding her favourite pairs of pj's long enough to dry because she would be clamouring to put them on as soon as they came out of the washer.
That spring Sweetpea joined the family, and the pj trend continued. With summer, we thought we had broken it, but the Princess has a great memory and with the turn in the weather in fall, demanded that her beloved jammies be returned to her. Since we were still in the drafty farmhouse, I didn't see how this was a battle worth fighting. I consoled myself by dressing Sweetpea nicely--except when I didn't. There was something so sweet about those two little girls playing together in their jammies...
The trend continued. I thought we'd break it with the Boy, but no. I thought we'd break it with the new house (heat! glorious heat!) but no. This family still rejoices on Saturdays and snow days for lo--we can wear our jammies all day! Yes, unless he has yard work, even DH has been known to join in.
I have tried to be above it all. I have firmly resisted the urge to stay in my jammies...though I'll admit I have half-succumbed. But I always showered and put on good underwear, then pj bottoms and a nicer top. So I was comfortable, but over half-way dressed properly. I used to follow Fly Lady and figured that she had a reason for telling us to get dressed every day (but I never could get dressed to the shoes--I hate shoes).
Over Christmas I snapped and jumped wholeheartedly into the fray. Our family joined with thousands of others this year in the "new pj's for Christmas Eve" tradition. We got some great ones. When we opened our gifts we girls found MORE JAMMIES! From Granma! So we had to wear them.
Here's what I learned:
If you wear your jammies all day, you will get more snuggles with the kids.
If you wear your jammies all day, you will be more willing to play silly games (but not to do crafts--messy!).
If you wear your jammies all day, you will find yourself falling asleep on the couch instead of watching that movie with the kids.
If you wear your jammies all day, you will not do any housework. Who can sweep in jammies? Or vaccuum? Or do dishes? (I actually changed to get Christmas Dinner ready--I couldn't figure out what to do in the kitchen until I was dressed)
If you wear your jammies all day, every phone call and email will feel like an intrusion into jammie world.
If you wear your jammies all day, there will be fights over who has to go out to the woodpile--because you couldn't possibly go out in knee-deep snow in your jammies!
Only kids get to wear jammies all day. Adults do not. If you are an adult and choose to wear jammies, you will revert to child status and your home will quickly resemble a pig sty. A cold one.
Get dressed. Even if you feel the blahs. Even if it takes until noon to accomplish (I've been there--3 kids under 3? Oh yeah.) Just getting dressed will make you feel better and be one thing to cross off of your to do list (even if it's the only thing).
Then...once in a while...stay in your jammies all day. Play with your kids. The laughter and snuggles are definitely worth the debris. But if you do it every day, it's not special.