On Holey Pajamas

Today's Deep Thought:

Why is it just when I get something broken in, it breaks and then I have to get another one and start all over again? This happened with my pajamas just last week. The material was soft, the waistband nice and stretched out, the material thin enough to wear in the summer. But I must have taken too many pictures crouched on my knees while wearing them, because there's a big rip in one knee now. I could try to repair it, but that would require sewing. 

This applies to having babies too. I was talking to a friend whose daughter just started walking and asked if she was ready for another. Turns out, she is ready for more kids. "No you're not," I wanted to tell her. "You just think you are." Lack of sleep messes with your mind. It's like torture--you lose all sense of reality and start to imagine it would be possible to breastfeed a newborn and diaper a toddler simultaneously. 

But I couldn't say this to her because I'm guilty of wanting another baby when our first was a mere nine months old. I'm pretty sure I was delirious when I decided that would be a good idea. And so, just when I had a routine and a rhythm to all the baby stuff and had figured out how to work a car seat, I turned on the vacant sign in my uterus and got to work. You see? I had my life all broken in and then I had to go and have another baby and start the whole process over again. And, three years later, just when I had my sanity back and could stuff my body back into my pre-pregnancy clothes and could almost complete a thought without dropping off to sleep in the middle of it, I had our third baby. And, you guessed it, had to begin again, right where I started with the first kid. 

Yet now, thirteen years later, here I am without any babies or little kids. It's just me and the cat all day. We have a routine, she and I. I putter around the house while she sleeps. And while this kind of life has been fun, I think there are some holes in it. It's time to shake things up, rip a few routines, try something new, or do something different. Maybe when something you've broken in finally breaks, it's not supposed to be mended. Maybe my holey pajamas are a kick in the pants from the Universe, or God, or the Man Upstairs, or whatever you want to call it. It's a cosmic message to throw out the old and bring in the new, whatever that new thing may be. 

Or it could just mean that I need to buy new pajamas.

Comments

[Susan Hayward]

Katie: Patches!! What a great idea. I forgot about those. But I might just cut them off to make summer PJ's. However, there's also a hole at the waist, so maybe I should just chuck 'em.

Nicole: You have great taste! How are your PJ's holding up?

[Nicole]

I have those exact same pajama bottoms!

[Katie]

Oh, Susan.. you're more than welcome to take my boys for a few hours each day just to shake things up a bit. I'll GLADLY help YOU by allowing you to do that. I joke!

This is so true. (And, if you want me to mend your PJ's for you.. I will! But, if you want to do them yourself, sans sewing, I suggest iron on patches.. they make nice ones now!)