pajamas

My kids don't usually wear pajamas. It has not been a big priority. We home school. Most days we don't leave the house. As long as they don't stink, I don't care if they wear the same clothes a day or two (or 3) in a row. [Now, on the other hand, I have kids who change their clothes 5 or 6 times a day, either because they are little girls and they CAN, or because they have timing issues with the toilet. So it all evens out in the wash.]

But I have to say, I think I get the pajamas thing. Last night, the Dave show needed something clean and dry to wear at bed time - don't remember if it was a spill or a diaper that got away or if he was walking around naked by choice - and so I put some actual pajamas on him, light blue, the footie kind. And he was adorable.

And this morning, when he came to me all sleepy and snuggly, I just have to say, the pajamas are the physical embodiment of the "mercies are new every morning" concept. It was a whole new day, partly due to the scrumptiousness of the pj's. All the trials of the day before, the markered fingers, the fights with siblings, the train thrown at someone's head, the oyster cracker toss-off, all those things fade into oblivion, buried in the deep of sea, blotted out, remembered no more (okay, I obviously remember them), as far as the East is from the West, gone.

I have often said that God could have made us to not sleep. Or at least not to sleep for 1/3 of the day. But He didn't. He made us to need sleep. I sort of think it's so His mercies can be new every morning. It's not theologically sound, I know. But it's what I think.


(and we have GOT to make those cookies. the cookie dough is killing me)