Over the last month or so Mr. 5-year old has asked me on a few different occasions if I was wearing my pajamas - sometimes in the middle of the day and even once at the mall. I kind of chalked it up to his general lack of fashion sense. After all this is the boy that insists that he will not wear his "new" jeans despite the fact that the old ones are starting to resemble Capri pants (not a good look for boys - even in the Spring), and I have reminded him on more than one occasion that shorts, Crocs, and blue socks will get you no where in life except beat up. The most recent questioning about my attire happened today while we were sitting in the doctor's office. He informed that it was not fair that I got to wear my pajamas to the doctor's office when I was not even sick. I was very patient in my explanation (after all he was pretty sick) and went into a lot of detail about why my doctor's office ensemble was vastly different from my pajamas. He did not buy it in the least.
I started wondering if maybe he was right. Had the line between my clothes and my pajamas been blurred to such a degree that it is even evident to a 5-year old? I fear that I have unknowingly become eligible for the show "What Not To Wear". I have not always been such a fashion disaster (a.k.a. lazy). There was a time when I was a pantyhose wearing, Gucci bag carrying, shoe matching working girl who spent her paycheck on fabulous clothes. I was unaware that places even existed where you could buy a pack of underwear along with a new garbage can and groceries for the week. In fact, I think the idea of buying my underwear in a multi-pack would have sent me into therapy. Somehow I made the transition from my well thought out work attire and thinking that sweat pants should be worn only when actually sweating, to believing it is okay to wear rubber shoes and a "tucked in" night shirt to preschool drop off. As I peruse my closet, I notice that Mr. 5-year old is right. There is really no discernible difference between my pajamas and my clothes except for the fact that I hang my "clothes" up and my pajamas are folded and stuffed in a drawer. Although I must admit on days when the laundry has gotten out of control (which is frequent - meaning several times each month) even I might interchange these wardrobes.
I wonder how did this happen to me? How did my pajamas become my clothes? I also I wonder if I am just a year or two away from investing in some tent-like, floral patterned, one size fits all "house-dresses" ... you know the kind that Grandmas sometimes wear. I don't know maybe it is practicality or necessity that has gotten me to this sad state of fashion. I do know however that I am not alone! I see all kinds of fashion violations everywhere that moms gather - parks, Gymboree, soccer practice, car lines, grocery stores, etc.) I am not the only mom that finds it completely appropriate to wear baseball caps to cover bed head, sweatshirts in the summer to cover pajama tops, sunglasses to cover left over makeup, and yesterdays sweat pants to cover up a break down in the laundry process.
I think it is really a matter of priorities. There was a time in my life when it seemed imperative that my underwear and bra be matching, in my current situation it seems important that I have on underwear that are clean. Making sure that my purse matched my clothing selection for the day was a concern that has now been replaced by simply locating my purse. Allowing enough time for "hair and make-up" used to be essential to my daily routine and now I have not met a hair or makeup situation that a hat and sunglasses will not fix. I guess for now I will be content interchanging my clothes and pajamas because Mr. 5-year old has just informed me that I should get dressed so that we can go outside. I guess I will go and change since I don't have the heart to tell him I am already dressed.