I'm in the habit of letting my kids wear their pajamas as long as they want to, which means the kids are often still in pajamas when Dad gets home from work.
So this morning, I was trying to snatch a few more precious moments of relaxation in bed before it was time to "head to work" with breakfast time. (I hate breakfast time. Spilled cereal is probably the most disgusting thing in the world. Especially if kids have been sitting there letting it get soft and squishy for a long time. Makes me shudder.) Anyway, I was still laying in bed dreaming about a day when my children would get up and not scream for attention immediately.
My daydreams were interrupted by my husband plopping the kids onto my bed and proceeding to get them dressed for the day. I couldn't be upset at the interruption because, hey, I guess getting the kids dressed is a good thing. And those boys are so darn cute that it's hard not to smile at them in the morning.
Fast forward 15 minutes to breakfast time. Dad's gone to work. Mom's "on duty" again. Naturally, Elijah drips a cup of milk down his shirt. Who did NOT see this coming? Oh well. Mom blots at it with a washcloth and tells Elijah to stop crying and eat his food. This is one of the main reasons the pajamas stay on until after breakfast. We move on.
Fast forward about 45 more minutes. Mom is blogging about how wonderful it is to be published and Thomas comes down the stairs naked. "Umm, Thomas, where are your clothes?" Mom asks casually.
"Where my Thomas Tank Engine 'jamas, Mom?" asks Tommy.
"How about you go put on your daytime clothes again?" asks Mommy.
"Where my Thomas Tank Engines 'jamas, Mommy?" asks Tommy.
"Where are your pants, Tommy? Upstairs? Should we go upstairs and get your pants back on?" asks Mommy.
"Where my Thomas Tank Engine 'jamas, Mommy?" asks Tommy.
So Elijah is now wearing a lovely milk-scented t-shirt and Thomas is wearing his Thomas the Tank Engine pajamas. I need to remember to change their clothes before 5:30 when Dad gets home from work.