It is 7:20 a.m.
I've just taken a shower, and now I'm brushing my teeth and contemplating whether I should throw my flannel pajamas back on or get dressed in Regular Clothes -- i.e., decent clothes that are worthy of being seen in public in.
I've got less than forty minutes to get my three-year-old son up, dressed, and fed before we get out the door to preschool, and I'm thinking that I would be far comfortable doing all of the above in baggy cotton PJs as opposed to, you know, Regular Clothes.
But we all know that, when we're running around like chickens with our heads cut off, forty minutes really feels more like ten.
So by the time I change into my PJs, it'll literally be time to change out of them.
But I am seriously tempted because I. Hate. Regular. Clothes.
I don't like them.
Even ones that are considered comfortable really aren't.
Look at it this way: Which would you prefer to wear when squatting down to dress your child -- a "comfortable" pair of jeans...or yoga pants?
Yoga pants win Every. Single. Time.
And the irony is that, as a stay-at-home-mom and one who writes from home, my closet is chock-full of casual Regular Clothes.
Ask any parent who runs into me at preschool drop-off, and they will tell you that I am always wearing the same get-up: a worn-in cashmere sweater, a pair of distressed Gap jeans, Bogs boots covered in road salt, an ankle-length Land's End parka, also covered in road salt, and a Detroit Lions baseball cap.
And guess what?
As soon as I return home, I'm changing back into my flannel PJs with a quickness.
I know you've got to be with me.
I'm betting most of us feel this way, regardless of gender or the profession we work in.
Look, the men's Snuggie was invented for a reason.
Black yoga pants have become the unofficial uniform of SAHMs everywhere.
I've worked in television news. You've heard of television anchors wearing bunny slippers under the news desk as they read the news to their unsuspecting audience at home?
It's not a fallacy. It happens.
And how do you explain the multiple sightings of folks wearing their smiley face fleece pajama pants while perusing the aisles of Walmart?
I have been known to wear my PJs while running through the Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru:
(Sue me. It was the weekend of their Croissant Donut debut.)
But I don't wear pajamas in public.
No, I'm the one at Walmart wearing itchy jeans. Ha!
I'm not throwing shade here.
Really, I'm not judging.
But, seriously, all this is to say that Anti-Regular Clothes Syndrome is real.
How does it affect you?